"Be naked for me."
It is a demand not born from desire.
She stands exposed.
Vulnerable.
She is wrapped in self loathing as his greedy eyes graze her bare skin.

He believes her to be conquered.
His conquest.  Subdued, Submissive.
His for the taking...
No need for the asking.

He fails to see she remains clothed.
Dressed in her armor, an invisible breastplate protects her heart.


Only  the boy with ***** fingernails and a kind heart can pick the lock that leaves her open, waiting, wanting to be truly exposed.