Allow me to chisel down the wall that you had forged around your heart. Piece by piece the wall crumbles until nothing is left but the most vulnerable and intimate part of you.

Your dreams
Your goals
Your aspirations
Your insecurities
Your greatest achievements
Your passions
Your fears

Let me clothe your heart with unconditional love. Nurture that sacred space within you piece by piece, keeping it warm so I can watch you open up and blossom like a flower.

For it is not your body I long to see,
but the unguarded depth of your soul.
The tears you hide when the world grows heavy,
the laughter that escapes when you forget the weight you carry,
the quiet confessions you’ve never spoken aloud.

With patience, I’ll trace the map of your spirit,
each scar a story, each wound a testament
to the strength that carried you here.
And in that unveiling, there is no shame—
only the beauty of truth unwrapped,
the sacred gift of trust given freely.

And there, in your rawest honesty,
in the soft glow of your unveiled spirit,
is where I see you—

Naked.