I see you.

Still,I’d like you to strip.

Let me strip off your skin,claw at your soul and see how it bleeds.

If you need to,you can get away from the sun.

I could show you mine.

And then when we get to the tunnel’s bottom,we can bask in the light.

I see you.

I want you to strip

Please,let me see you.

Originally published at www.lindseyabudei.com.

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