There s something deeply erotic about simplicity A soft robe slipping off one shoulder you remember that right The way sunlight hits bare skin in the morning you see it too often The warmth of a cup of coffee held with both hands still half-asleep but already thinking about you rather than am I implying anything I don t believe that sexuality lives only in lingerie in his absence or moans Sometimes it hides in slow movements in the way I cross my legs while reading or in the slight pause before I answer your message I like feeling desired yes But I also like the kind of desire that lingers - not because of what s shown but because of what s felt Because your mind starts to wander when I smile in that certain way or when I post something that looks innocent but you know better I guess that s my favorite kind of play - when I don t need to say much and still your thoughts are already undressing me What s one ordinary thing that turns you on