Under your watchful glare
I feel my coverings pale,
Then vanish altogether
Beneath your orbits shower,
I lay uncovered and bare
Nothing is hidden,
No cover up allowed
You unveil my soul
Open me up,
To discovery
Dissection
Discernment,
There are no lies
Whims or caprice here,
Everything is known
Plain, exposed,
I lift my head,
despise the shame
Two can play
The naked game.
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I would like to translate this poem
Two can play the naked game...I love this poem. Keep writing please.