I can easily say that I'm naked and listening to Sufjan Stevens. Not that there's anything kinky involved. But supposed I am...

There is no other way to listen to this guy. It's not just your ears enjoying it. His sound sinks into my skin and arrests my senses.

As if I'm aware of my own being and rebirth means unclothing myself in hopes that more skin will take it all in.

You can never get enough of a good thing.