Sex Toy

Your presence settles the room.

The air seems to adjust when you’re near.

Your curves shapes the space around you.

Everything nearby finds its place.

Your eyes linger just long enough

to make my breath slow.

Your mouth taunts the flavor of love.

Your body vibrates radio signals

that land exactly where they should.

Being near you feels like standing

where pressure gathers,

where everything converges

into a single point of awareness.

There is completion in that closeness.

A sense of alignment.

A knowing the body understands

before language ever forms.

Aroused before our first touch,

drawn forward without choice—

surrendering to your warm and soft

womb, like the sex toy I am.