An angry little china doll, turned to silk from his touch.
Naked is not enough anymore, at times you would think it was too much, but today, now, naked is not enough. There is a vulnerability you hide from, you avoid and you escape. You are shadows and sheets; a 5am window of opportunity, you have the upper hand and you use it; but this is daylight, this is bare and you are shaking. You cannot meet his eyes and your words are a flutter only captured in a butterfly net as his back is turned. Your mouth is on fire with silence. Your heart aflame with something you do not care to justify.
and he is the drop from a cloud that inspires the tempest; your pages soak, ink running recreating beauty from the chaos he incites.
You are open, you are exposed, you are raw. This is not blood or tears, this is everything, this is all of you and no kind of shame can cover you up.
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@nakedisnotenough oh ok. I was just wondering which came first, the egg or the chicken; the username or the Opuss.
@Mohd100 Ahh! this piece is an excerpt from a story I started writing a long time ago, when I coined my name, I thought it fitting to start my life on opuss with my 'namesake piece'
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