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Do I make you nervous?

Standing here in front of you while you unwrap all of me with your luminescent eyes.

Standing here with all of me to be easily seen and in the most uncompromising position ever.

There is nowhere for me to hide right now.

Nowhere for me to turn and run to and duck for cover.

Either you take all of me or nothing at all.

Do I make you nervous?

I can not fake anything or downplay any face or gesture.

You will know immediately whether we are truly compatible by our nature or by force.

But isn’t that the best part?

Isn’t that the allure?

You say I do not make you nervous, or at least not in the ways that I think.

It is a nervousness fueled with concupiscence and a desire to become one with me and devour all of me at the same time.

A nervousness filled with this love of wanting to get everything right on the first try and say and express all the nonverbal words we haven’t been able to say until now.

But that’s the best part.

That is the allure.

Wanting to love someone so much that it hurts, and the only cure is through ardor.

To coalesce with one another to create a new aura out of ours that bleeds Indigo and Green.

I see you for who you are, and I truly love every aspect of you.

You are the breeze on sunny days that move dandelion petals through the wind.

You are the low rumble of thunder on a rainy day.

You are the smell of soil that suffocates me when I want to connect back to my element of Earth and understand what it means to be me

and how badly do I want you just to suffocate me.

You are the surge of electricity that is shooting up my left side and through my spine that makes me want to drop to my knees and comply.

You are the hand that is caressing my newfound hips and curves that I have only now grown to love and admire.

You are the gravelly voice playing into my left ear, filled with hunger and starvation of something we have been longing to eat from one another while throbbing sounds of bass and flattery play into my ear through the right.

You are the owner of the tongue gliding along my earlobe that makes me want to go outside and touch grass.

To go outside and yell to anyone that I have felt love, and it feels incredible when it is truly right and encompassing.

You are the words of reassurance that I am truly amazing and beautiful,  that I am oh so good, that makes me feel so powerful and like a warrior but calm and sensitive all at the same time.

Nothing is more natural than right now.

 Nothing has ever felt more deserving than now.

And for you,

You are the only one I want to be this way with.

The only one I want to share myself this way with.

To love like this is what I want forever.

And more than anything, I want you to ask me again if you make me nervous so that I can show you in all the ways there are no nerves towards you left here in this body.