an old poem

3/15/22, I wrote this on paper years ago, but I thought i’d share it

His touch trails against my bare legs

He opens it gently, for what he says to grateful

He taps onto my skin. He wonders

I wonder as well, I wonder his actions 

He says I shall be relaxed, I shall stay pure

Rubbing against my feeble skin, I feel him again

He runs circles across my stomach, he needs more

His ideas caught him up once again. He wonders

I wonder as well, I wonder his feelings

He says I shall be fine, I shall stay pure

My heart becomes tender as he whispers in my ear

His mouth is hungry, starving for my weak body

He licks against my abdomen. He wonders

He says l'm alright, I have nothing to fear

He bites in, and I am no longer pure