Breathe in the same air,
As me.
Consume our beings with energy.
I can feel your hands running,
Down my sides.
Only feeling him,
And us,
Together.
Feeling undone.
Like his button up on the floor.
Told him about my fears,
Told him what I enjoyed.
He ran his hand over mine,
Like our feelings became betrothed.
I found out he had some lows.
He listened when I tried to woe him,
Into believing I was alright.
But he could see,
Through my naked chest,
Past my breasts.
He saw my heart bare for what it was,
We learned each other,
Like a map.
What made him tick,
What made me laugh.
We laid upon the bed together,
Feeling naked,
But dressed.
Our minds had wandered to each other's,
Expectations and dreams.
What we wanted to achieve.
We discussed how we would conquer,
Our own selves.
We laid there,
Empty of stress and disagreements.
And laid naked with each other,
In peace.
In comfortability.
We were bare and only seen,
By our eyes that only seen each other,
Naked,
Bare,
But we seen so much in each other.
I saw his potential,
How he would grow as a being.
His goals were reachable,
And I know he would reach.
He saw my sensitivity,
As a girl who needed to speak.
And not as a woman who was weak.
Because he saw more in me,
Than I saw in me.
I was more than a shell,
Who was lost in heat.
But he had seen so much more in me,
And I saw so much in him.
We were naked.
Bare.
Together.
Hands holding,
So much intimacy floating.
Even though we were clothed,
And only had our eyes locked,
And hands touched.
Intimate beings.
Fully clothed.
Naked minds undressing each other's endlessly.
Forming a bond,
That would never be unseen.
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PoetryPoetry, scenes and short stories written from the fingertips of a girl who doesn't know her own heart. She's filled each corner with love and light that she thought was pure just to watch it rot off and fill like a gaping dark hole. But these heartb...
