Now I am shorn. Now I am bared. Naked. It is so frightening. Help. I need... I need? When you did what you did, poured those words into my swathed solo self, broke through this fortress; you forced me to breathe and moan as I haven't for so long. Why this? How? I need something more, now?
I cannot live within two fantasy worlds. Where is my shell? I don't know, yet, how to crawl. How then will I walk? How will I stay hidden with only this flimsy sheathe to cover the one part of my naked self I still cannot bear to open?
I will have to take the flimsy, sticky-now wrapping and hold it tightly to where I am most naked. It hurts. I am afraid and still I want you to finish what you started. Take your hands and touch my face. Cover my eyes and then, then I will keep them tightly shut as you move them down slowly. Please, slowly...

My breasts ache. My nipples stretch hard, tightly against this flimsy covering and I feel a new and strange need to reach up and tear this tattered silken gown away. Please cover them now. Now. With your hands, both...your mouth. I feel your mouth around my naked breasts as you gently suck the silken threads from this forgotten part of me. Who are you and why have I...Ah...Your mouth, your tongue is hard and tearing at my sheathe. Please. I must have your hand. Please take my hand with you and let me see without eyes. I want to lie across this sandy shore and moan, softly, along with the sounds of the sea.

I feel the sheathe giving in to your gentle hunger. You have removed it...yes, I feel the air now. I am trying to stand. Please do not let go. Please, not this time. I can't fall again. Please...

Now you have swallowed my pride and gently remove the silken threads from within your sighing mouth. You hand it back to me. You place it in my hand and it slips easily through my small tightened fingers. I am asking you,now, to open my hand and make me yearn, place it upon your face.
Place yourself beside me and lift.

There. I am standing now, staggering and lightheaded. I cannot face you. You reach now from behind and cover my eyes with those hands, strong hands. Supple. Agile. Oh, I can't let go this breath. Your mouth covers my shorn head, tongue dancing down the back of my neck. Into my ears it whispers, sliding gently into the core of my numb mind, telling me secrets long forgotten. Twisting ever so lightly into my whole self.

Your voice was heard. I turn. I face you now, clinging to the last shards of silk. I am holding them tightly to my core. Holding them below my stomach. Holding the shards of silk...this last silken barrier held hard against my lower self, my female human self. I cover this lower mouth in what has been shameful need and you come to me again.
You gently place your hand over this shard and I let you pull it away. You reach to place it up to the dimming light and let it rise into the air as a wisp of what once was my only sacred piece of clothing. It is borne gently up as a rising butterfly, fluttering once and flying now, flitting away.
I have no shell. I am completely naked. I cannot open this yet. I cannot turn it to the world and have it seen.
You hold me firmly and show my self to you. You reach those arms and lift me now to the skies and hold me up, up, up...
You are teaching me to fly?
Yes...I am floating atop your gentle hands, firm, gentle hands. You are now bringing me down and pulling at my hands to lie beside you naked on this small island of sand, as the tide creeps in,
slowly, gently, as in my dreams...

It's time, you whisper. You wear no sheathe. You lie beside me and patiently glance within. And then I feel it begin. You.
You bring me closer, closer and I no longer can hide.
I crush your lips with every passion unspent releasing mine to cover them as you reach again...
Your tongue ...and now, mine, entwined. We let them have their say and listen to the soft shuddering moans echoing from somewhere new.

Now. I take your hand. I grasp it tightly and curl my fingers within yours. I watch as your free hand begins to wander. I watch as you move it in gentle sighing waves of motion. Your supple strokes, silently, slowly begin to sketch your name down my neck, around my rising breasts. I release your fingers and touch your face, exploring it's strengths, seeking to ease its pains... as your hands move, now together and rub your name within my heart, soothing each bared breast.
I move closer as I hold your face. I cup both hands to your cheeks and gaze into your shyly smiling eyes. I see them widen, and my own respond, "Yes?" ...

"Yes?" I see the question enter your eyes, your bemused, gentle smile glowing from within those eyes that speak of love and pain and beauty.
You have seen so much, today, yesterday. Many yesterdays have led to this moment, this pause...

I look again into the pain and beauty. I see my question return as I look more closely at this face. I must know this face. It is, as my own, new. Again.

I cannot breathe. I am drawn more deeply into the beauty, still holding this face, your face, within my hands and hear a sigh of longing, echoing, again from that distant, familiar place...

A breath ... at last. A sigh? Another breath, in unison coming from some place within we two, and I rise slowly and bend to kiss those eyes and push my body closer, as the sun begins its morning ritual, rising slowly in the East.