I learned in school, once
that our senses help us when finding a mate.
We judge people on how they smell,
whether good or bad,
We don’t like to admit it,
but we judge on how one looks,
whether tall or short,
big nose, round face,
attractive, or “not my type,”
We judge on the sounds one makes:
obnoxious laugh or light giggle,
the words used in conversation,
deep voice or hitting high notes.
We judge the way one feels:
soft curves or chiseled edges,
smooth skin, wrinkles and bumps,
strong muscles or lean limbs.
We even judge on taste:
sweet and warm,
putrid, intense, sour,
fresh and light,
or heavy and gross,
like a meatloaf dinner.
But I like how you smell, and how you taste like dessert. ”
I like that you’re tall enough
to make me feel small.
I sometimes like how you sound,
especially when you laugh,
and especially more so when it’s because of me.
And you feel like a soft bed,
warm and comfortable, not too hard.