Can’t you just be beautiful as if I was blindly seeking a home? Or even speak to me without words? When your depths are prettier than vanity could ever bless. That’s when touching without fingertips brings out my heart’s best. Your sting will create whispers in my mind no matter what your intent. You can’t just pillow talk me with a stare at my expense. It’s the pure feminine nature of your truths that will define how I’ll respond. Don’t allow time to shut out an opposing version as I redeem the bond. Come from within your true form and don’t be afraid to be seen. Knowing that you won’t switch up will set me free. Loosening the reigns so we can emotionally dance to our conjoined beat. Will you just be as real as the skin in which you live? We all have a usefulness where we wanna share secrets with a tickle in the rib. Show me how your thoughts are to play out as you think of me. Come forth from your mind’s elusive daydreams. Give a few pieces of yourself that I’m eager to witness. To enjoy you as an honest desire to coexist by admiring you at your prettiest. True beauty if done right comes from beneath the surface where we tend to hide. Can you not pretend who you are or are you just another lie?
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