Undress me with your eyes
For my soul’s wanting to be naked
And yearns for your touch.
Undress me with your lips
For my body’s craving
All for your heavenly kisses to trace.
Undress me,
For I don’t mind the cold
All I want is your naked soul
And your honest words.
I’ve been writing poems during my free time at work and I am writing it on a post-it note since my giant notebook is not allowed on my station. This is post-it #1.
