The way you look at me,
as if, you see something,
I cannot yet see.
Those eyes wondering
about my skin,
making me want to put
your hands on the surface of me.
Use ‘em - draw a map
into within me.
Were we made to fit
one another,
is the only thing left for us
to find out.
Reach inside and open my eyes
- wide - into the place,
where I won’t longer hide.
T.M.
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