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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