my lover was a wild lover
the one that never said much
he never said much
not to me
never to me
but he undressed with his eyes
then his hands
we were bare
the vulnerability was beautiful
but he hid under the covers
he hadn't been naked before
never exposing his true self to anyone
I was the lucky one
but the ****** one
he had me
pulling on a loose rope
making it tighter when he needed me
letting go when he was scared
I'm not sure what happened to that naked lover of mine
he was a wild one
but it was never certain
he never talked to me
unless
we were under the sheets