Undress me carefully.
You might wonder what I mean.
You may be bold, tenacious
And rush to uncover my skin.
You might be daring
And grab me by the hem of my blouse.
Drag me over,
Pull me against your body
And kiss me:
Passionately,
Fiercely,
Needing me
And craving me.
Or
You might be soft
And trace your fingers along my face,
And down my neck,
And going down…
Or up my legs,
And up my thighs,
And going up…
Or
You might be rough
And picture me screaming your name,
And breathing heavily near your ear.
But
You could be The One
Who grabs me by the dark strings of my soul,
Dragging it over,
Pulling it against your own,
And loving it:
Passionately,
Fiercely,
Intimately.
Needing it
And craving it.
And
You could be The One
To trace your fingers along my memories,
And down my passions,
And going down…
Or up my darkness,
And up my feelings,
And going up…
And
You could be The One
To picture my heart screaming your name
While you are far away.
Undress me carefully,
As if I would break at a wrong touch.
But don’t do it like the others.
Do it from the inside out…
Undress me carefully.
I wish there was someone
Who understood this sentence
Fully…