Naked
Clothing confines me
Kira Braun
Pulling at my neck, arms, and feet;
I toss it aside
And climb into bed,
The way I was born.
I must have been swaddled
Properly as a babe,
I cannot sleep uncovered
Even when the heat rises
A corner, a fold, must be worn.
Without it, I am vulnerable;
And even though the eyes on me
Are appreciative and loving,
I don’t want them to see
Elements of me I’m timid to impart,
I could learn from him,
He’s confident and open,
Not embarrassed of any part,
And fully accepting of all of me,
Embracing my curves with all his heart.
And when I turn to find
His silhouette beside me,
I marvel at how my round tummy
Fits into the small of his back,
My arm across his narrow hips...
The softness of his skin,
Softer I think than my own,
Belies the fact he is a man;
I pull him tight, and find the sweet spot
Between his shoulders, with my lips.
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