I look at this and I feel it. I feel the cold floor underneath my heated skin as I wait. I wait for you to instruct me to uncross my legs. You and I both know you want to see all. You want the view of all that is kept from you and I want your gaze upon me. I feel your hands as they tug at the laces telling me in that voice to again reveal myself to your gaze. You want nothing blocking me from your view. Your view of what belongs to you and I need to give it to you. All of it. Each part of me I need to give to you. Take it. Take me. Allow me to give it.
Yes, as I look upon this photo I know clearly some of the answers to my earlier questions. I know what I need. I know what I have to have. What exactly I cannot live without. Seems this little journey maybe a one way street with not chance of return to that naive little corner where I once stood wondering quietly with all my what ifs and buts.
I don't think we ever go back down the street to our naive little corners. I don't know that it's even possible...
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