Lips slightly parted,
eyes gently watching,
arms dangling beside my body,
soft creamy skin shivers in the air;
golden hair loosely captured
with wispy soft strands curving my face.

Standing here,
I’m standing here,
with nothing to give you
I am bare,
nothing conceals me;
I am naked
I am raw
I am yours.

No words escape my lips,
my eyes, they express all
I cannot;
I have nothing,
nothing to hide behind
and nothing to give
but myself.

I wait as you
cast your gaze over me,
silently ticking, your mind
weighing up the pros,
the cons;
and the rawness pains me,
I swallow quickly,
a gasp escapes my lips;
you have captured me
I am pressed against you.
We are one,
at last;
I am wanted.