The sexiest part is the way she clipped a two-year-old's finger nails with patience.

The sexiest part is the way she read every night to our abandoned three-year nephew and when he didn't want to read she made up stories, and when he finally slept she made actual plans
either to adopt or abduct him, because his mother
was young and cruel.

The sexiest part obviously is the way she fills a pair of tight pants.

Our life together is my fetish, my connection, my lucky fit.

The sexiest part —
she still took her stepdaughter and step-niece shopping for school supplies, and to the Natural History Museum, and to the park with
the struggling tire-swing, and to see The Little Mermaid, and all that, although almost everyone in the family
tried to divide us for nine years.

The sexiest part has nothing to do with cooking and I don't really care.

The sexiest part is the unpredictable switch in her stance, which I can
only relate to a mare in heat I saw once when a stallion was being led around the other side of a corral, until later.

The sexiest part is when there are mind games they aren't the kind that are impossible to get through, besides, it’s usually me
with the apologies that are endless.

The sexiest part is that she is not 'sexy, ' she is mild in a way that protects the exotic thing about her.

The sexiest part
is when we are a little desperate
when we make love, because finally, before the other,
one of us will go down.

The sexiest part is the powerless magic of not
parting, but magic nonetheless.

Doren Robbins

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sexiest-part-love-poem/