I play to the tempo
of a different sort,
when I visualize
what you do to me,
such contortions,
changing course
with hardened blazing-steel,
it feels so real.

I feel
the rush of the waves,
stimulating me,
building to a crescendo,
& I think I want
this to last forever.

But near the brink,
my breath shortens,
then I shudder,
arc explosively,
spasmodically
clenching myself
with your grip
to a sweet emptiness,

Here alone
I lie breathless,
thinking of your tender caress
& dreaming
of your succulent-fragrance.

Currently,
I'm stiching a whole human body suit
with a real wig attached
along with some fake mohair
& who cares if it looks good,
it gives me a rush
only a ******
would understand.

nakedness is not just the absence of clothes.
be naked with your soul.

I'm eighteen years old and I don't understand ***.

I don't understand how people undervalue the thing that is literally one of the most important actions in this life.

You shouldn't bare your body, if you aren't willing to bare your soul. You should be comfortable naked.

And by naked, I mean, you should be okay with telling them all the reasons you hate yourself and let them tell you it's okay. You should be naked with the fact that your family hurt you and you grew up feeling lonely.

Be naked because you grew up with so, so many saddening secrets and now you find it so, so difficult to be naked with your soul.

I am trying to be naked
and I struggle with openness.

There is no point taking your clothes off to only hold the weight of life on your chest.

It breaks my heart to hear stories of friends that haven't grasped this concept. They're too embarrassed to share their secrets and the first time they made 'love' they wore a t-shirt.

don't miss out on the best things in life, get naked.

Today I wanted
         To get high off of you;
         But I guess I wasn't
The drug you needed.