I want to be intimate with you,
not just by taking our clothes off and giving in to lust.
I want to see you naked,
but not in the shallowest meaning of the word.
I don’t want to know what’s underneath your dress,
I want to know what you are hiding behind the mask you wear everyday,
And how many layers it takes for you to conceal your pain,
Or do you let people see you uncovered and raw.
I don’t want to know the color of your undergarments,
I want to see the different shades of your soul,
the spectrum of who you are, the wavelength you see yourself in,
I want to see if you are as passionate as red,
Or as serene as blue, and as sanguine as yellow,
I want...