On a bed
We are our truest self
A man and woman
Lovers.. friends..strangers..it doesn’t matter
Two… becoming one flesh
As close as one can be
Our clothes make us different people
Different from what we truly are
Lustful to a fault
Love is a faulty spelling of lust
Finest silks…brightest jewels
These are all well and good
But they obscure and distort the view
Duty..honour..pride..love pales
In comparison when lust has it’s way
You are sun kissed flesh
You are crimson colored blood
You are beating heart..expanding lungs and throbbing nerves set ablaze by lust
You are not your robe
You are not your cloak
Though they may be beautiful
They are not you
You are everything beneath
Beneath the beautiful

31550cookie-checkBeneath…. you are beautiful

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