Shed
I lay down on a bed that is yours,
in which I do not need my name to be written on,
for my ownership is not needed on these slept on, dream filled sheets.
I place my body to be displayed in a convenient way,
so you may absorb the sight that is quiet flesh;
for it is listening to your eyes questions.
I enjoy your company,
so no wonders to the hand that grabs your arm to blend you next to me.
My hair greets you first, for it sneaks up on bitten lips;
bitten for they are holding back a tongue that likes to wander.
I slowly let myself let you discover, the softest parts of my body,
slowly relax into the mold that is your hands upon my back.
Confident
is what you make me feel every time you touch me
Loved
is what is sensed every time you stop and just gaze at me
Shed
is what you have done to my skin, to help me reveal myself to you.
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