Let me strip in this poem for you.
First I should take off my coat
and the notion of privacy -
nothing's too sacred.
There is no taboo.
Now you can make out the shape of my soul.
Do you like what you see?
My expectations are next to retract.
You can lean back.
I won't become too immersed.
This can be just a one-time ordeal -
you don't have to read more than this verse.
Shall we go on?
Next I will peel
ever so slowly
the tight, clinging prejudice.
Now that my soul breathes free
I'll allow you to be
who you want me to see.
Are you enjoying this?
At the end I will slip the idea of self.
I will drop to my knees
and as the barriers break
there is nothing to fake...
...
Nope. Sorry, reader,
I'm just a tease.
