I’m not interested in
what lies below
your timeless dress;
that milk-soft skin
of silken wove.

It’s what lies beneath
deep further still
through your pores
that complex maze
of self-locked doors.

That’s what I desire
ignites fierce my fire.
That beautiful mess
to uncover, undress
that treasure trove.

To truly know,
your mind
your heart
your soul
your skin within.

MT

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