my beauty, a soul, a giver.                                my body, soft.

can he touch it?  please?             he’ll like it. i’ll like it too.

wait. why am I asking you?

i know what you’ll say….

        …and that i’ll do it anyway. 

but, when we’re done,  i don’t hide from you. i don’t deny an entrance to your presence,

and neither do you.