I can easily strip down in front of you. I can take off every piece of clothing and stand full flesh in your view. I can let you look at my body, critique every flaw I have, think of all the ways you could make it better. I could let you put your hands on me, skin on skin, and explore the outside of me that everyone can see.
But taking my clothes off is nothing. The hard part is exposing your soul, it’s letting the person in front of you know every negative and challenging thought running through your head.
It’s opening up about all the dark parts and the hard parts, that’s getting naked.
I could rip my clothes off and stand naked in front of you, but that’s not when I’m most vulnerable. I could have sex with you and not even know your first name. Sex is a physical act, but opening up and exposing your dreams and fears is the hard part.
I don’t want to just get undressed next to you, let you take off my shirt while I lay my head on your bed. I don’t want to just feel your body against mine and we’re tangled in sheets. I don’t want you to just kiss my shoulders as I’m twirling your hair in my fingers.
I don’t just want you to know my naked body and what I’m like in bed. No, I want so much more than that.
I want you to know about the house I grew up in and how I got the scar on my left hand. I don’t want you to just kiss it, I want you to know the story behind it. I want you to know about the reasoning behind my middle name, I don’t just want you to know it. I want you to know about my dogs; I want you to know their stories and how they ended up in my life.
I want you to know all the surface stuff, that requires little digging, but I also want you to know the real stuff. I want you to know who I was in high school so you can see why I am the way I am now. I want you to be interested in my past, I want you to want to learn who I am, and I want you to want to explore my soul.
Because I want to explore your soul, too.
I want you to pour out your heart to me. I want to know the meaning behind your tattoos and the scar on your leg. I want to know the about the house you grew up in and your life at home. I want to know why you picked here to live and if your current job is really your dream job or if you’re working towards something better. I want to know everything from you, the whole naked truth and I want to share that vulnerability with you.
I want someone who touches my soul more than my body.
It’s easy to get naked with you, to lie in your bed, whisper words that have no meaning in your ear, but that’s not what I’m after.
I don’t just want to be naked next to you; I want to be naked with you. I want to expose our deepest fears and dreams together because that is what it really means to be naked. I want the safe, familiar and home feeling of lying next to you with all our clothes on, but allowing our souls to be naked and free.
I want you to love me for my soul.