Sexy goes beyond the curve of a hip or the size of someone’s pecs.
It's not measured in inches or cup sizes but in the span of a thousand heartbeats.
Sexy is waking up and finding your lover has been watching you while you sleep.
Sexy is the way his lip curls up in the corner just before he starts to smile.
Sexy is coming home and finding him in your kitchen cooking dinner. In an apron no less.
Sexy is having someone rub your back or your feet even when there is no promise of sex to follow.
Sexy is the way the reading glasses he so hates slip down his nose and the way he pushes them back up.
Sexy is a man who scrubs the toilet. Even sexier if he never misses the bowl.
Sweat is sexy – especially when it is a mixture of his and mine.
Sexy is being entertained thru a boring workday with a flurry of text messages.
Sleepy morning kisses are sexy.
Sexy is a warm place to snuggle when you are tired.
Sexy is looking up from dinner and watching a smile spread slowly across his face because you know what he's thinking.
Sexy is discovering that place on his body where you feel HOME, the one where your spirit can curl up and live.
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