Pitching stripping to a shy virgin.

Late nights breathing,
Cakes, confusion and green tea seasoning.

That's what we’ve been so far about,
been great no doubt.

And I knew, you'd come and ask what now,
So I wrote this lyric and and hope you will allow.

What I've suggested to further study,
This relationship without things getting bloody.

Bloody to see what lies beyond what our eyes can see,
To get under our skins and let things get messy.

Our honours at steak,
while we remake,

Our version of all things that creep and crawl,
To strip down our all.

And study nerve endings that matter most,
While making sure our insecurities matter the least.

Here I offer you my safe space,
To see you embrace further your grace.

To love like one should,
To love like I always thought I would.

So on my rock-paper-scissors,
The winner gets control over what the other strips.

And after one is fully bare,
The winner gets to declare.

What comes next.
Are you vexed?