Bare

The first time I stood before
him bare and naked, I was soft
gooseflesh and self-conscious,
yet overridden with desire. As
if I was just a girl, learning
how to be a woman.

The last time I stood before
him bare and naked, I was fully
clothed, my body was shaking. I
was holding back the tears as I
was saying goodbye. And I was
just a woman, learning
how not to be a girl.

*Day 28, Our Poetry Journey Contest 2017 #ourpoetryjourneydec17

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