Do you even know me?

What grips me, while everyone else moves on?
What do I do when I’m all alone?

Yes, you’ve seen me naked, wearing only skin.
Yes, you’ve also watched me as you slide in.

Yes, we’ve been face to face, your hands in mine.
Yes, you’ve marked me and your bruises shine.

What makes me feel the most free?
Do you know what you do to me?

Do you even know me?