I long to see you naked,
Not just physically,
But emotionally & mentally
You don’t have to dress up for me
Its what lies beneath
the clothes & makeup
That attracts me
But every time that you risk exposure
You hide in the darkness of silence
My search team of probing questions
Sent out to rescue & retrieve you
Are eluded as you retreat further
Refusing to say anything
All efforts to get to know the real you
Are neutralized by your constant hiding
You think the blemishes
On the body of your personality
Will be repulsive to me
Can I make my own decision about that?
Those scars, marks & bruises...
I wish to nurse back to health
But I am unable to do anything
As long as they remain covered
Our intimacy is obstructed
Instead of caressing your beautiful skin
My hands run across nylon, polyester & cotton
Sometimes silk
While it feels nice
It impedes your ability to feel me
And my ability to feel you
Why are we still using emotional condoms?
Safe sex is for strangers, one night stands & fuck buddies
I was hoping to be there for a lifetime
Your mental birth control
Is preventing the offspring of our happiness
The fact that you still find it necessary to use protection
Makes me question.... where do we truly stand?
I want it explicit, raw & uncut
But your censored thoughts annoy me
Bleeping out feelings that you deem unsuitable
I’m a grown ass man
Talking to you should not be like
Listening to a rap album from Walmart
But more like Spencers
If I had it my way
It'd be more like the porn store
But you’re not ready for that yet
And that bothers me
Why should I have to settle
For the same thing that everybody else gets to see?
There should be no clothing of thoughts, emotions & feelings
We should be naked & not ashamed

Its kind of like being a lady on the street but a freak in the bed
u can be reserved with your conversation, emotions, feelings & emotions in & with the public.....but when u with your significant other.....u need to be that freak...raw & uncut with your emotions, feelings & thoughts