Nakedness is my favorite outfit of yours,
I love to see your soul uncovered,
I also love when we make love under the covers,
Both suit my agenda just fine to say the least,
I don’t mean that out of disrespect and I definitely don’t mean to say that to make you feel uneasy,
But **** baby,
How am I supposed to feel with a body and mind like that?
I mean sure you have imperfections,
Don’t we all?
I crave you,
I long to feel the electricity between my hand and your canvas when I rub all over your scarred skin,

You are my comfort state.
A place of purity and wholeness.

A angel with broken wings.