Can I see your naked soul before I see you physically naked? Can you undress for me starting with your insecurities? Can you tell me stories? The ones you never told please. Start with all the secrets. Can I kiss all of your body? Touch it like miles of plains and dive in the waves of any untouched oceans you may have. Can I introduce you to my way? The right way, the high way, the rough way, the you ready to get cuffed and ****** bae? Can I still make the ****** tension high? Even though if we ask permission we’d probably both deny. Do you wanna smoke and get high? Express your feelings whether you laugh or you cry. Would you do both? Probably would do the same with my hands around your throat. Is it cool if I tell you my stories? Even the ones that are painful, dark and gory. How if I was a guy I might have came in a couple girls and ended up on Maury. **** is super crazy. But can you really blame me? Just wanna tell you everything so you can break me down and tame me. Is it ok if my poetry doesn’t rhyme? Does it make it better knowing it’s about you and I still took the time? Can we talk about your past? Digging into graves will make the friendship last. Let’s talk about how when I met you I patted soil over the seeds you planted on me. All these conversations and poetry water them. You’ve made me some what of a tree, growing with inspiration....branching and leafing off into new things, new ideas, new emotions, new exchanges, new friendship, new intimacy and new compassion. But I’ve finally figured out what I like most about you, you give the people around you reasons to be happy, an aura that sets the mood, and a laugh that sets the vibe. I think that’s why you intrigued me the most. I’ve haven’t met someone in so long to share so many qualities at one time. It’s different...amongst many other things, it makes you beautiful.