I stir to
our room,
cold but under
blankets, plenty of blankets,
warm and comforting. Throwing off the covers, I find myself
naked, my bare body exposed to all in view. You are in view,
only you and me. Those eyes that I have seen many a morning when I have stirred to
this situation, tinted this morning with some kind of pain,
urge that I have never seen in them. I choke back any words that I had thought of saying to you and stretch out my arms.
You look deeply into my
eyes and reply,
"It's not just your body that I want." I melt and realize what this means.
It's time to be
naked in front of you in every way that
I don't know how.