Rapture

I'm entranced by your beauty
      by your form
      by the contours of your face

Every line and every curve sinking into my mind
Taken in by my eyes
Every feature, angle, shade
The way light caresses your face
The angle of your head as you look down
Eyes revealing intensity, concentration
The smallest features and changes in your face
Catching my attention

The way your hair falls across your face
Thin strands of light gossamer
Hanging down, illustrating your eyes
Drawing out the features in your face
The way your lips purse when you're unsatisfied with what you've done
The irritated motions of your hands and arms as you erase it

Oh, your arms.

Your shoulders.
Your hands.
Slender fingers twirling your pencil
Fingernails tapping at the table

The curves and lines
      running down to your hips,
pressing against your jeans
shifting slightly as you move your legs

I have visions in my head - images, pictures
That flash by as I watch you
I want to run my hand down the side of your face
Brush my fingers over your smooth skin
Tracing down the lines in your neck
Running over your collarbone

Everything about your form simply breathes sensuality
Exuding from your figure in waves like heat
That I want to warm my hands on
Like a fireplace
I want to rest my hands on your hips
Arms about your waist
Forehead pressed to yours
Eyes relaying nonverbal communication

And your eyes . . .

You look up
      detailed brown spheres staring at me
Turning into sinking pools, unblinking
Your lips move
I hear your voice

I'm sorry. What did you say?