Here’s an old poem wrote during High School
If you do love me, then prove yourself.
Let this night float around us;
Stir in-between our small space.
Let our location fade away,
Loosen your focus,
And let your body take action,
Let it float upon me.
Tread your fingers on me,
From stomach to chest,
From neck to breast.
Reach into my soul, stir me within,
Pluck my strings,
Let its music flow into you,
Prove yourself — I have no experience.