Naked

Not sonnets spun of silk and rhyme,

But the raw script etched on skin with time.

No gilded cage for whispered sighs,

Just ragged breaths beneath starlit skies.

Forget the veils of social grace,

The masks we wear to hide our face.

Tonight, we shed the layers thin,

Embrace the bareness from within.

Moonlight paints the room in grey,

As shadows dance in disarray.

Muscles tense, a silent plea,

A primal urge, untamed and free.

No polished prose of love's desire,

Just moans that fan the rising fire.

Fingertips trace a wandering line,

A map of pleasure, truly thine.

Goosebumps rise like whispered fears,

As trembling hands explore what's near.

Imperfections, once a blight,

Become a canvas bathed in light.

The curve of hip, the dip of spine,

A symphony composed in line.

Each scar, a story etched in ink,

A testament to battles you didn't shrink.

Eyes lock, a primal connection,

A silent language of affection.

No need for words, for empty praise,

Just the rhythm of hearts ablaze.

Sweat glistens on skin so bare,

A shared vulnerability laid bare.

Inhibitions melt like morning dew,

Replaced by a truth both fierce and true.

The scent of musk, a primal call,

A tangled mess where bodies sprawl.

No judgments cast, no need to feign,

Just the raw beauty of unbridled pain.

Pleasure crescendos, a strangled cry,

A shared release that soars to the sky.

Muscles clench, a final fight,

Then a descent into the fading light.

The afterglow, a peaceful sigh,

Two souls entwined beneath the sky.

No whispered secrets, no charade,

Just the echo of love's sweet serenade.

We gather close, hearts beating slow,

A silent promise, a wordless vow.

No need for promises or lies,

Just the honesty in tear-filled eyes.

This language of flesh, raw and bold,

A story whispered, never told.

A tapestry woven with touch and sound,

Where love's true essence can be found.

Forget the poems of love's embrace,

This is the truth etched on a human face.

A dance of vulnerability and might,

Where darkness surrenders to the dawn's first light.

So let the moonlight paint the scene,

A canvas bare, emotions keen.

For in this nakedness we find,

A love that's honest, pure, and kind.

This is the language of flesh, unrefined,

A primal bond, a love defined.

Here, in the quiet after the storm,

We find solace, safe and warm.

No need for words, for empty praise,

Just the comfort of love's gentle daze.

And as sleep descends, a peaceful sigh,

We hold each other close beneath the sky.

Naked and vulnerable, yet so strong,

In this embrace, we truly belong.