Inside And Out Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell

I don't know your mind.
There's been no time to tell,
but I do know your body.

These things I know well:
the shape of your hands,
the curve of your thighs,
the rhythm of your loving,
the need in your eyes,
the softness of your lips,
the taste of your skin.
These things I know
but not the man that's within.

Your brooding black silence,
like the clouds that carry thunder,
make me curious to know you.

I can't help but wonder.

Instead, I let my wild heart
undress and explore you,
express and caress and profess
I adore you.

You know I have a wild heart
but a serious mind, no doubt.
I want to know you better
inside and out.