Just before waking, I drifted in that hazy space between dreaming and daylight, a gentle fantasy unfolding in my mind. It was a soft, delicious way to meet the morning—warm, slow, and alive.
As my eyes blinked open and the edges of the fantasy began to dissolve, one detail lingered: he was talking to me. In nearly every fantasy I have, there are always words—connection, conversation, presence. I paused, let the moment stretch, and listened inward.
“It turns me on when you talk to me,” I admitted to myself—not to the imagined him, but to the deeper part of me that had something to say.
It turns me on when you call me beautiful.
It turns me on when you tell me you want me.
It turns me on when you speak your desires out loud.
It turns me on when we exchange words that feel alive.
But as I sat with these thoughts, the energy shifted. What began as sensual suddenly revealed something more profound. “Turns me on” transformed from erotic to energetic—from sexual spark to soul spark.
It excites me when you’re vulnerable.
It excites me when you explore yourself.
It excites me when you wonder about life with me.
It excites me when you share your inner world.
It excites me when you speak your hopes, your fears, your desires.
It excites me when you let me see the truth of who you are.
The more I reflected, the clearer it became: it is depth that awakens me. Presence. Curiosity. Emotional honesty. The courage to be real.
Yes, sensuality is beautiful. But the real ignition point—the thing that fills me with life force—is connection that reaches beyond the surface and into the soul.
The truth rose in my chest like a knowing:
The depth of life turns me on.
The depth of you turns me on.
And the depth of me is where it all begins.