Put your hands on me
Yea, I want your hands on me.
Take me away, make me feel Safe
And wanted.

If love is blind,
Then I embrace my scars and curves.
They will help my lover
Read my body like a book in Braille.
His hands will navigate the history
My life has etched on my skin;
stretch marks like haikus,
Battle scars like gentle greeting cards
That whispered "wish you were here"
when they were formed.

Put your hands on me.
Read me.