I can feel you judging me all over like tiny pin pricks in my spine. I feel a twinge for every sharp second glance from your blazing eyes.
I am deafened, unarmed, unready for your protest and the uphill battle it implies, with lines upon lines of words that sting my pride - if there's still any. I hold onto hope like I'm drawing my last breath and I say...

Don't hide me honey
I'm not your flaw
I'm not your notebook that you can just tuck away.
I'm not your disposable friend stuck in a moment of the day.
Take me honey.
On a trip through your mind to pick your brain that leaves us both enchanted
Take me anywhere but here where the only place that I've been taken is for granted.

My passion is pronounced. With every waking move, I flutter toward the desire to be touched in a way that is more than merely skin-deep.