She/Her

Would she want me even if she knows me when I am bare? Naked I am in front of her, all my hang-ups known to her. People would push me to her, slightly off my semi-unattainable desire, slightly off my aches.
Her words and ears have held me in her arms as I wept on her shoulder. Maybe I was wishing I were against her bosom. Nevertheless, the comfort was appropriate.
She knows my mind and there is much to explore of her. I want to take her places where I might pick her brain. I want to know how to be with her, how to deal with her, how things could be with her.
She hasn't let her guard down and I want her innards laid that I might observe every inch.