Asking for help is scary
To be vulnerable is uncomfortable
It is with you I share
My past
My dark thoughts
My doubts
My hopes
I ask for an open mind
For patience
As I rip off the band aids
That cover my bullet hole wounds
And show my scars in the light
Revealing my ugliest self
My honest self

Paint your lips
Across my skin
Undress me slowly
Love me beautifully
Trace your finger
Along the edge of my heart
That beats slow,
And subdued
Time slows down
When I'm with you
I've got nothing on
But the remnants of lace
I am exposed and vulnerable
Kiss the curve of my neck
And fill my intimate spaces
You whisper "baby I love you"
As you take me
I don't believe in religion
But you make me see god

Slip your fingers
Beneath the pieces of silk
That cover the pieces of me
You have claimed as yours.
It's a rush
The hush
of your breath
Your mouth on mine.
I ache for your hands
To touch me everywhere.
The lustful look in your eyes
As you graze your hand
between my thighs.
You linger
With the pleasure;
You make me beg
For more.