New Nakedness

Run your hands

down my back,

let your rough

calluses cause

your fingers to

bump and

so will my

skin. But what

if you were

to pause,

peel my skin

back, down,

out of curiosity,

leaving me

vulnerable,

like an orange

without the peel,

a juicy mess, a

new nakedness

that id be lying

if I said I

didn’t want you

to see.

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