i have let my soul be taken and undressed


a silent mess

i have been savoured by the touch of deserting fingers


i have chosen pleasure over love

hiding my dignity in a knot of gloves


i have seen many in their nakedest attire

and allowed my body to be their suit


so admire as i learn to mold myself into what is needed


like the scent of water

i was not meant to quench your thirst but simply awaken your desires

while you have me knee-ded


do i still have

your attention

your respect

your love

your time


am i still worth being mentioned

once i have given what was asked