when i get asked for nudes
i stand
in the pale light of my bathroom
kneeling before any religious guilt left
right before i drown them
in the ocean of my desire
for you
and suck in my belly
suck in any scent of yours left from last night
like a hopeless addict
rolling your name
up and down my tongue
as i put myself in angles
that fill your-ex-shaped hole
as you want me to
though
when the night falls over
and the heat cascades down the drain
i find myself
still paralysed in the pale light of my bathroom
just because
it seems almost as pale as
your love

p/s:
when i lay my chest bare on every poem
suddenly you're no longer into nakedness