“Naked,”

Naked,
like the heart is naked
    when it admits
            to the soul beneath
        that it is on fire—
    together,
        they overwhelm the mind.
A nakedness
        of longing.
A nakedness of desire.

And this is how I long to see you,
        to hold you,
    to touch you,
with every touch
        a touch
    of desire.

This love
    is not for the weak
        but for the strong—
for when the soul whispers—naked—
it burns and sears and turns and touches
every aspect
        of one's life.

Naked,
is how I long to see you
        and be with you
    in heart, soul, mind,
as I caress
each and every part
        of you—
no, nothing, nothing
    undesired.