"instead, let me steady myself
in the arms
of a man who won't ask me to be
what he needs, but lets me exist
as i am"

And it is this type of beauty. This type of love that draws me deeper in as though i have no cares in the world, besides the cocoon that exists between he and i. The beat of his heart, the rise and fall of my chest, the soft brush of lips on skin. Pulse against pulse, beat against beat, breath against breath, the push of it all. The slow rise of anticipation and the glorious explosion of undenied passion. It is he that i shed my skin for and lay bare and open just bones and mass waiting to be explored as if i have never had another love before. And essentially, i have not.

...it is this type of beauty that i cannot ignore.