She is naked.

And I see her clothed in her desires,
Her nature protected by the insecurities
Of free will.

Those fingers,
Which play with delicacy
Upon her nipples,
They seem to unbutton her skin
To reveal a heart and soul
Behind the acts and dances
Displayed before.

Nervous smile.
Alas! She is a child again,
And altogether more human.

(via lunghixviii-deactivated20130316)

Originally from The Magpie's Eyes