Underneath

Against the wall I was his devi Pressed tight beside his soul Skin so hot it burned through mine like a fever Warming my muscles Warming my pulse Fueling my movement Touching my body he was my sher Braving my imperfections Lips so thirsty they tasted mine with frenzy Spinning my thoughts Spinning my surroundings Driving my feelings It was… Underneath the materialistic piles Cotton, polyester, and satin He saw my secret nature Underneath my pigmented eyes Crushed Lala and gloomy brown He saw my Élan vital Underneath my damaged Pericardium He found my beating heart.