Written by: Adrienne Gresham

A man in the park, playing ball with his son
Unaware that he's being watched, they go on and on
In his sons' eyes there is just the two of them
In his own eyes, there is only love for him
The sun is setting now and neither wants to stop
There is only yawning now and the laughter has ceased
He holds his son close as he quietly sleeps
This is sexy to me as his love has flourished
It is evident the child is well nourished

Adrienne L. Gresham
What is sexy to me?