When love is shared,It is a gift not easily given.To show yourself blindly,To the one you love is always a journey.My body is yours...My eyes are captured...Are you sure you love me?What makes intimacy real?Is it the instant connection,When you are nude and bare?Or is it the soft collection of memories?My body is real,And you...Standing right in front of meMakes me anew...Vulnerable to the once was of my reality,Trust is...