You kiss me so gently
As if not to rupture
An innocence that's not there.
Your fingertips glide so smoothly
Over my unconcealed skin
Knowing all fragments of me.
Let me see the stock
Of all the dirty secrets of me
Hidden in the back of your mind.
Be not so gentle
For my innocence has already been crushed
And I want your vulnerable body
Pressing into me vividly.
Be not afraid of breaking me
For I am anything but porcelain.














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