Sensual Exposure

Is it too much to ask to fall in love with your mind? To slowly undress the carefully covered flaws in your thoughts and caress them all over. Like peeling an onion, remove the layers of confidence, false identity, and all those meticulously constructed defenses until you're standing in front of me, brain completely naked, exposing every bit of your fucked-upness. I want to have hours of passionate philosophy, to explore every inch of your bare secrets, touch and feel the very roots of your depth, lick and taste your conscious and unconscious. And maybe, with every fiber of your being shivering in the chill of exposure, I would return the favor.