When love is shared,
It is a gift not easily given.
To show yourself blindly,
To the one you love is always a journey.
My body is yours...
My eyes are captured...

Are you sure you love me?

What makes intimacy real?
Is it the instant connection,
When you are nude and bare?
Or is it the soft collection of memories?

My body is real,
And you...
Standing right in front of me
Makes me anew...

Vulnerable to the once was of my reality,
Trust is hard,
Honesty is hard...
But,
Once you lay down all your secrets...
Your shame disappears,
To one who can truly love you
It's a gift.
Never to be forgotten...
To be shared
With great understanding love,
And unyielding
Gratitude.