When you expose yourself and undress the truth lays bare
Starring at you dead in the face
The mirror reflecting your vulnerable state
Being
Absolutely Naked This Evening
Talking to you, having to catch some air as the chest needs to gasp for breath
All along the subconscious begging for death
How could we let you see us like this?
Flood gates shatter open the moment you enter inside
Pouring
Now you’re drenched and undergarments once under armour are un-earth from the trench
The blush attempts to mask the embarrassment
The truth is, we’re hoping you don’t catch a whif of the stench
Trying to shatter these patterns and nasty habits that devour
The time and the space that we create every hour
It’s not simple to venerate when you look deep into our soul and penetrate
Feelings rushing to expel, feeling under trance from your spell
Our eyes locked, dilated pupils reveal lies from swollen members
The courtship seems short lived
This poetry sounds like it is not safe for work
However, all we’re trying to say is that being open with you makes us vulnerable, of course