All skin in front of me.
He gives to me himself, but how much? In what way?
His arms? His legs? His eyes?
No probably not his eyes, that would reveal too much.
Repressed deep inside his body, in his skin, visible to everyone but him.
Love emanates from his body, from every pore.
The pain that it’s over, the yearning for it to begin once more.
Without malice he uses; all skin against all skin.
Together we combine.
Bodies are one.
His mind belongs in someone else.