As we lay in the fog of our spent passion,
You ask questions,
You do not ask the mundane
No what are you thinking,
You ask of my fears,
You ask of my desires,
You look behind the doors of my mind.
Lost in this fog I answer,
Not with thought, nor calculation.
I answer, not with fear of judgment,
I answer from deep within from where I've hidden for so long.
With each answer I give I feel myself losing my armor,
The walls I've worked a lifetime to build, crumble with just a question.
Naked and laid bare before you, I answer.
I look into your gaze and see no judgements,
No looks of fear or disappointment,
Just questions.