Here I am.
Just me.
No hang ups or disguises.
No past and no expectations.
Just me.
Here I am.
Pure as new snow.
Untouched, naked.
Laying myself before you.
Mind, body, soul.
Heart.
Here I am.
Just me.
Take me in your arms
And love me.
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