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Jo King Nov 2017
Hey you love me right?
Let me send you something
Let me intrude into your thoughts
When I am not there
See my naked body flash before you on that tiny screen
Did you get it?
Let me send another and another and another
Until all you can do is bleed from your cheeks
Until that pit in your stomach begins to tighten
Until you want that sweet, sweet sorrow filled ecstasy only I can provide
Now I can stand before you
The nudes I sent were sanded down
I was the epitome of what a **** really is
Not one stray hair visible
Not one, single intrusion
But here I am
Rough bumps, bones sticking out, intrusive hairs
But when I am not a **** I am your girl
So sail across the sea that dips down in the hollow of my back
Hike your way up mountains made of thighs
Let me show you something
Put your fingers in
Everything feels so soft and warm right?
Now take them away from me
Lick the lust from between your fingers
Does it taste like vanilla and caramel?
Make me yours
But you can’t
Or is it that you won’t?
You may even refuse to
So a **** can cause chaos on a sun filled day?
But honey I am a thunderstorm
I sanded myself down
I became a **** all for you
So what happens when my own fingers trace my hip bones?
When I climb the mountains?
Can you be jealous of something you never even had?
‘*** now please’ flashed at you
My teeth seem to rip into my own lust
Yet all you want are my nudes
You don’t want me fully and entirely
Is It alright for me to sink my own teeth in?
Until nudes and lust come flowing out
Oh but wait, they will wrap around you completely
Because my nudes and lust will always come back to you
So you love me right?
Let me send you something
Another **** appears
And another
And another
And another
Originally written on April 5, 2017
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2017
What does it mean to be truly
naked for the one you love?
When you peel away the clothes,
ready to make love to one another?
In the kisses you share?
In the strokes of the flesh?
With butterflies in your stomach?
No.
That's not being naked.
Being naked is when you bare it all
Your pain
Your past
Your scars
Your dreams
Your fears
When you feel your lover trace over
the tales of your sacred body
and feel what you feel
It's only then that you can truly and proudly
say you're naked to your lover
That they are only yours.
And you are only theirs.
I'm an old fashioned soul by nature. This is what I feel it means to be naked.
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