Bare

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I stand here in front of you.
Bare,
Raw,
Exposed.
Do you like what you see?

I lay here beside you.
Blatant,
Naked,
Overt.
Not implicitly, for I need to know,
Do you loath what you see?

You stare,
And I don't dare,
Move nor utter,
for I don't know.
Do you admire what you see?
Or do I disgust you?

I stay exposed beside you,
Unequivocal.
I give you my all.
First time ever, for a soul to see me unraveled,
I give you my all. All of me.

First time ever;
To see all the scars on my skin, cuts and grazes
To see my imperfections and perfections.
Perfections, I hope you'll tell me those.
I see your stare,
So distant yet so near.

The folds on my body,
My fłat belly,
Not pearl white teeth - discolored,
Too big a smile,
My discolored skin,
The lines on my ass,
My bacne and back knee,
Or just all of me, bare, raw, explicit,
Are they too much?
Not good enough?
Do you not like such?

For you my darling, I'll search
high and low,
For you my dear,
I'll work on my flaw'.
My character full of flaws, would alter for thou.
Darling tell me.

I am anxious, for I am letting you in.
Can you see?
Can you see my fear?
Fear of being inadequate, not quite eloquent.
Can you tell I am afraid?
Afraid of standing here, all of me, open to you,
Unsure of what'll happen.
Can you see I am  scared?
Agonstophobia... it consumes me.

I stand, here.
Bare.

Darling, speak. To me.
Not with your tongue but with your eyes,
Not with your eyes but with your tongue.

Darling, please,
Look.

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