Naked.

You asked me, how do I like you?
How do I like you.
I said I liked you as you, because I'd be pretty disappointed if you were someone else
And
That was the truth
But
How do I like you?
I like you naked.
You're going to laugh,
And say
I like you naked, too.
But that's not what I mean.
I like you naked
Stripped of all your physicality.
I like lying there, next to you,
And losing myself in you.
Your essence, your very nature,
Your being.
We talk a lot about souls,
You and I.
I like your soul.
I like seeing it in your face,
Hearing it in your voice.
Feeling it
When you touch me.
I like you naked.
I like hearing what's on your mind,
And I like knowing you trust me enough to let me in.
I like you mean, and nasty and rough around the edges,
And I like you strong yet gentle,
I like how you make me feel safe.
I like you naked.
I like meddling around in your mind,
Watching what makes you tick
And what doesn't.
I like you naked.
I like not just hearing,
But feeling and touching and tasting and smelling
You.
I like you
Unconditionally.
I like the game of devil's advocate we play,
I like you naked.
I like waking up next to you,
And falling into sleep to your breathing.
I like being with you, around you, beside you and on your mind.
I like you naked.
I like you like school children like recess.
It's usually what they'd say their favorite subject is.
You're my favorite subject.
You're my muse.
My heart,
My soul.
and quite possibly,
My forever.
I like you for everything you are, everything you have been, and everything you may or may not become.
Mostly,
Though,
I like you naked.