Soft vibrations, shivers down my surrendering spine.
Subtle streams trickle, glisten, shine.
Water, salt, blood. I'm fine.
Gentle tonnes, fimilure mundane screams,
whispers, seducing my insecurities, it seems.
Ruff, your too ruff, raw. You glide the red silk in my dreams,
but that's not what I saw.
Abandoned. Drip-drop, drenched, sodden, stained.
Scared under my skin, within.
Eroded, wrinkled by the water, salt, blood of before,
of now, still tormented by your voice, words, eyes, face.
Fingertips seduce, you slide, sweat, tears, blood, pain.
Arched back, purring or hissing, love or unforgivable sin?
Remember there are virgin lips of two kinds.
I'm fine. I'll be fine, should be, wont I?
Must just take time.
The kiss I forgive
but the rest wasn't his. It was mine.
