I am standing naked before you.
Nothing but pale flesh,
blood, sweat, and tears.
Look at me.
LOOK AT ME!
I can't stop shaking.
I can't stop myself
from trembling so in your presence,
and my knees are getting weak.
People tell me
they can see it in my eyes.
God, but if they only knew...
If they only knew
the warmth and the wanting
deep in the pit of my stomach
and in the center of my being.
Then perhaps they would understand
the reason I need you,
to fill the hollow so long empty
and give fuel to the firecracker fuse.
The highest of highs I derive
from screaming for all the world to hear
and exploding like a supernova.
Don't deny me, for then,
in turn, you would be denying yourself.
So tell me dear, what's the word?
We all could use
a bit of good news,
but if not,
we'll make up for it instead.

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