The Naked Truth

My thoughts are bare

I can’t help but stare at their beauty

Their perfect golden hue

Leaves nothing to the imagination

Yet still I wonder

I ponder

What will they touch?

What do they smell like?

Clean, sweet, musk, and spice

These sultry words might not be nice

My nose twitches at the sensuality of the thought

A word

A phrase

Punctuation

Fluctuation that carries each syllable’s weight

The naked truth of each statement we say

Words were meant to play

To tease

To be freed

They were meant to speak

Each flick of a tongue

Each slick lisp

Every rolled “R”

and every little lick

Syntax

Bravado

A whisper

A smirk beneath the words I say

A subtle punctuation within a tone or inflection

These words are a beautiful temptation.

Tantalizing, captivating, alluring

These words I crave

I long for

These words bear no trepidation

Words bare