Naked

You have seen me naked

unannounced to you

You’ve seen me bare it all

yet never removed my clothes

 

I put it all out for you to see

I took that leap regardless

Ending up shattered, discarded

Bound and broken on the floor

 

I’ll gather up the pieces

I hope to mend my heart

It’s all I have to offer

One day it’s sure to be enough

 

You’ve seen me naked

Though we have never bedded

Completely laid bare

I’d hoped our dreams had united

 

Sharing with you my thoughts

What it was I held inside

Nowhere safe to hide it

I let it pour out of my mind

 

Now I saunter here still naked

Apprehensive, in disarray

My Tears they soak my pillow

Patiently waiting for your heart to feel the same

 

Can You?

Can you stand that tall?

Are your shoulders that broad?

Can you even fathom how to handle a woman this strong?

Can you understand how i feel?

Can you melt a heart of steel?

Can you make us become something beautiful?

Can you dry my tears?

Chase away my fears?

Can you feed my hopes and dreams?

Can you make love, and not just feel lust?

Can you make me feel wanted?

Can you gain, keep, and never betray my trust?

Can you love me, even for my dark side?

Can you see my beauty even on my ugly days?

Can you give me, and continute to feed a love that will never fade?

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About the author

Peony Ann

I am a mostly misunderstood child of the corn, born and raised in rural Illinois turned self-proclaimed writer with random, yet passionate opinions and views. It seems that I am self-taught because I was a stoner slack ass in high school who thought it’d be better to fuck around and see what kind of trouble I could make rather than to concentrate on a formal education. Who uses algebra in a corn field anyway?

My mission in life is to be me, be happy, and FTW if they don’t like it. I used to know what I really wanted in life. Since I was 5 years old, all I wanted was to be married to the same woman my entire life, be a doctor, a writer, to have a litter all my own, and to be the “token ‘hot’ Asian” in most settings. I just wasn’t sure how I felt about being a boy, because girls were just so much prettier. Now, as I approach my dirty 30, I have accomplished only one of those things successfully because, well, I’m Asian and we breed like rabbits, resulting in my litter of 5.

I aim to please, entertain and boggle with “WTF?!” moments. I even throw around a little poetry. Some will find me apPAULing, others hilarious, and some would maybe even call me a messed up kind of special. Those are the ones nearest and dearest to me who paid for all of those bibs, large crayons, and the occasional straight jacket to provide my short bus driver with for her own protection. Oh, and the ones who supported me through the transformational surgeries from Paul to Peony. I just wanted to be a delicate fucking flower, is that so wrong? P.S. I love my new tits!