the unknown

it's not
the sound of
your voice
that intriques
me, nor
the length
of your legs
or pucker
of your lips,
it's not
the softness
of your skin,
or touch
of your hand,
no, it's none
of that although
all of it
amazes me. it's
something else.
something
i can't
define, or
put a finger
on. maybe i
don't want to
know.