Vulnerable

He sees behind my eyes, past my thighs he has x-ray vision.
He has next day vision.
I'm far more than hit quick, flip and dip mission.
 This is no one-night stand.
I can't stand a one night man so I sit,
In the back of his mind.
He examines mine.
I can't stomach this, I feel him in my spine.
I don't so much as sense his touch.
But his optics probe my soul.
Past physical, this is sensual patrol. emotional control  it take its toll.
Intoxication.
Nose dive in way too deep, devastation.
 I drown , floating in his gaze we're a paradox.
I live for this, him killing me softly.
Leaving me open, like I'm in casket shock.
Falling from heights too high to peak mountain tops.
I live there in mid air breathing mixes of fear and neglect and I respect it whole-heartedly.
But he wants part of me, hidden in the cloud. I fear this loud, quiet.
As if he hears my internal violence beneath our beautiful silence.

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