3d
Take off your clothes.
Slow.
Let them slip like secrets.
Let the silk confess.
Step forward.
Bare skin. Bare soul.
No perfume to distract me,
no colors to lie.
Drop the stories,
the stitched-up smiles,
the lace of excuses.
I want you raw,
**** under the light,
where nothing hides
and everything dares to be real.
You’re never more beautiful
than when you’re stripped
of all that isn’t you.
Take off your clothes.
Let me meet
THE NAKED TRUTH.
Slow.
Let them slip like secrets.
Let the silk confess.
Step forward.
Bare skin. Bare soul.
No perfume to distract me,
no colors to lie.
Drop the stories,
the stitched-up smiles,
the lace of excuses.
I want you raw,
**** under the light,
where nothing hides
and everything dares to be real.
You’re never more beautiful
than when you’re stripped
of all that isn’t you.
Take off your clothes.
Let me meet
THE NAKED TRUTH.
This poem uses sensual imagery to expose a deeper metaphor, how truth, like the human body, is most powerful when unadorned. It speaks to the beauty of vulnerability and the courage it takes to stand uncloaked in front of another.
