He was exposed; already naked.
He told me it was my turn to strip.
I hesitated, then loosened my shoulders, removing the weight of the world.
He told me to keep going.
So, I slowly turned around as my insecurities fell to the floor.
He told me to keep going.
So, I walked toward him, our eyes locked on each others souls.
He gripped my waist, crept his hand up my spine, and embraced me.
He told me to stop.
Then everything else that prevented him from seeing me disappeared.
He sees me now and we are naked to our world, and nobody elses.
Corinne the Writer 