The Great Innocence


He begins to plant soft kisses

Along my shoulder blade, my neck…

Deliberately missing my lips

.

Once you’ve been touched in all the right places

All your mind craves

The same sensation again and again

.

Once you’ve been traced softly

You tasted the feeling

You will crave it again and again

.

As if it was some kind of drug

That could easily get into your veins

To intoxicate your mind, your body…

.

Yet you still are as delicate as a flower

That wilts once it’s plucked

It makes us even more precious

Something to be treasured forever

The purity of great innocence

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