(There are 25 days left in the year.  Day 340…)

I can take it off, if you’re looking at me.  I can keep going if you like what you see…

I see sex.
The art of procreation
Looking into open windows to watch something so lovely
Why does seeing you undress make me reach out?
A tower extends to intensify the signals emitted
And to make sure the message is received

Self love is beautiful to observe
The care with which every curve is caressed
How the understanding of self arouses you
And me
Every blink is a reminder of how even the prettiest frames need to withdraw behind curtains
To preserve the moments they’re open