The Love of True Selves

Do not speak softly to me, dear;
cut past the façade,
into my soul.
I hold you in tight embrace
to bring you closer to my heart.
I gaze into your eyes
to see the fire that rages
To touch your skin is ecstasy,
but we hide in personalities-
I want to know you
for yourself
Not who you think you are.
Do not be afraid of harsh words,
to breath sharp and cut deep.
I may bleed, I may weep
But we know me for it.
And as we lay,
hand in hand,
The warmth begets desire.
For one brief moment we feel,
only love;
you are all that I admire.

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