Over exposed

I want to unravel the layers

Look beneath to the underbelly.

To the soft flesh of vulnerability.

A mask peeled away.

No false self,

No psuedo confidence.

Just the soft essence of your being

Exposed and innocent.

Yes, like and infant

I suppose.

I want to see you crawl around on the floor.

When I’ve seen this side,

Is when I’ll beg for more.

About Suzanne

I write poetry, flash fiction, quotes and personal essays. Words flow forth like a river that cannot be dammed. Writing is my soul.
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