Lust.

The sexiest thing a man can be is attentive. Nothing causes a drought quite like a man with eyes glossing over in the middle of your sentence. Feeling seen and heard leads to the desire to be touched and tasted. Foreplay should always begin fully clothed, feet apart, hours in advance. Lock your eyes into mine, smile when I share my triumphs, worry when I share my doubts. Having presence in my existence allows me the safety to shed off the days armor and allow myself the vulnerability I need to let myself go. Follow the cues of my body I don't even know I am sharing. Come closer, embrace me, kiss me gently, caress my shoulders. Allow me to melt into your arms with dribbling clumsiness. Build up the tension of desire while disarming in me the tension of my responsibilities. Do this delicate dance with me repeatedly until you are my salvation. I want my mouth to start watering as soon as I see you, but I cannot get there alone. All human bonds must be grown, and like anything you grow, I need to be nourished and given my time in the sunlight. Allow me to bloom for you and bask in the heady scent of lust I feel only for you.