Some think that being naked is perverse. For me, it's being accepted in my rarest form. It's where all the wounds, scars, stretch marks, flaws are exposed. I've found the one who doesn't mind my nakedness. She except me for me. She sees the tangles of thebrain from past hurts and failures. She allows and helps my wounds heal. She don't mind the softness and the furrieness of me. She delights when my southern ways. She laughs and is amused in my nervous tones of voice. But she allows me to be me. She sees past all the scars and still calls me handsome. She's the woman I love and enjoy her nakedness too. I don't see flaws I see beauty. I see triumphs and victories no scars no flaws,. I stare at her and am amazed, captured by her presence. She often wonders why I stare so much. Its because I'm looking at my future, my home, my partner, my lover, my friend and most of all the woman who accepts me.

Dedicated to my love, my Special K