We slide off shirts
And I let you pull the cloth
From my hips.

I’ll just as soon hold you close
And bury my face into your shoulder
To breathe the warm water smell of you

As I’ll run off
To let you wonder
Why you’re standing there
In your birthday suit.

Don’t get too confused.
You’ll probably jump to the wrong conclusions.

I just want there to be less stuff in between our souls.