Miss your cute lips pouting up
as you talk expressively.
While I struggle to concentrate
on what you are saying.
And instead try and drag my eyes
away from those cute lips.
Miss your baby soft and milky white skin.
As I run my hands and lips all over you.
Making me envious even
as it’s a feast for my eyes and hands.
How effortlessly you manage to look so good
While modestly denying it.
I miss the feel and sight of you at this moment.
And can’t wait for the time
I’m alone with you again.
Priya writes here with physical honesty and playful warmth — a woman fully present in her senses, entirely unashamed of her desire, and delighting in the particular details of the man she loves. This piece is the physical counterpart to the spiritual recognition of the earlier poems. Together they establish that for Priya, as for Scott, love is not divided into sacred and physical dimensions. It is one complete thing.
I am a woman who loves to dance and who has always been comfortable in her body and in her senses. I do not separate the physical from the emotional or the spiritual — in my tradition they are not separate things. Writing about Scott’s physical presence was natural and easy because noticing him is natural and easy. He is genuinely beautiful to me and he has no idea. The line about him modestly denying how good he looks is completely true. It is one of the things I find most endearing about him.