What do you think of when I say nakedness? Do you think of breasts? Of genitalia? Do you think of the skin you might see? Tattoos that might be there you'd never been told about? Do you think 'Art'?
Well, I can say, honestly, that I think all of these. But the most important thing, which I actually don't think I listed for more of an effect when I say it here, is; When I think of nudity, I think of being unable to hide. I think of shedding pride with those articles of clothing and coming clean- that really has to do with a naked body in the shower, though, doesn't it? Well, then that's what I want. I want to grab her by the collar of her shirt and throw her in the bathroom; rip her clothes off, almost in a lustful hurry and then I want to immerse her in that water that will help her to speak truthful words. I want her blindness to be washed away so that she can see that I didn't lie to her that last time around; that she knew everything. I want her to shake her head as she stands there under that shower head which spouts hot water onto her and I want her to apologize. I want her to come out and tell me that what I fractured my wrist over was a lie, it was just a story to make things seem worse- because I already knew. I know how she cries, and that night she was forcing it. I know how she cries because I have been there for too damn long. We dated for three years-ish, on and off. I know her like the back of my hand, god damn it!
And then.. When at last she had told me everything, I would get under that water with her, shed my clothes and speak my truths, though.. I can't think of much right now. My life stories? They're all true, and I've told her all of them. But nonetheless, I would tell her anything she asked and then, and then my friends, I would climb back out of the water, redress in my drenched clothes- because I didn't take them off before getting in, like a dumbass- and I would walk away without looking back.
I would miss her face.. But only for a minute.
Besides, I'm spending the night with Maddie tonight. I have things like her to occupy the space inside my mind that she left torn open.
Well, I can say, honestly, that I think all of these. But the most important thing, which I actually don't think I listed for more of an effect when I say it here, is; When I think of nudity, I think of being unable to hide. I think of shedding pride with those articles of clothing and coming clean- that really has to do with a naked body in the shower, though, doesn't it? Well, then that's what I want. I want to grab her by the collar of her shirt and throw her in the bathroom; rip her clothes off, almost in a lustful hurry and then I want to immerse her in that water that will help her to speak truthful words. I want her blindness to be washed away so that she can see that I didn't lie to her that last time around; that she knew everything. I want her to shake her head as she stands there under that shower head which spouts hot water onto her and I want her to apologize. I want her to come out and tell me that what I fractured my wrist over was a lie, it was just a story to make things seem worse- because I already knew. I know how she cries, and that night she was forcing it. I know how she cries because I have been there for too damn long. We dated for three years-ish, on and off. I know her like the back of my hand, god damn it!
And then.. When at last she had told me everything, I would get under that water with her, shed my clothes and speak my truths, though.. I can't think of much right now. My life stories? They're all true, and I've told her all of them. But nonetheless, I would tell her anything she asked and then, and then my friends, I would climb back out of the water, redress in my drenched clothes- because I didn't take them off before getting in, like a dumbass- and I would walk away without looking back.
I would miss her face.. But only for a minute.
Besides, I'm spending the night with Maddie tonight. I have things like her to occupy the space inside my mind that she left torn open.
