You don’t yet understand what it means to be naked. Your conceptions on being stripped bare are just a beginning. To be naked in front of me is to be my sin to unravel.
When I am done, I will know you. I will know you from the inside. I will covet your broken dreams and remake them as fever-sketched scenes that are too thin to be real, and too sharp to be otherwise. I will taste all of the imperfections that make you desirable. I will make you own them as the beauty marks and scars that make you unique. I will convince you to embrace the least of your cravings and make it the greatest of needs. I will murmur your secrets against the silky folds of your sex until they spill over and stain your skin.
I will fuck you from behind because it makes a bitch of you.
I will fuck you slowly because it makes you beg.
I will fuck you because you are beautiful.
When I am done, I will have the shape of you. I will be able to close my eyes to trace your thighs with invisible fingers and you will shiver. I will nuzzle your breasts with memory-drenched lips and time and distance will be less than the space of a single whispered word. Wherever you are, whatever you are doing, you will feel it. Welcomed in a single moment of surrender I will be forever inside of you. A voice in the dark every time you close your eyes. When you are unmade by your acquiescence, I will piece you back together with my words woven into the fabric of your desires.
I will leave you trembling and vulnerable to the world’s cruelty and hungers before cloaking you in the protection of my guidance.
I will be your devil and your salvation.