Her skin, 
so much softer 
and thinner 
than she would have 
preferred to discover 
protecting her heart, 
tore just a little, 
bled just a little, 
when the sharp edged blade 
of his impatience 
cut into her.

Its salty stinging
sliced without warning,
at precisely 
the moment 
she’d exposed 
the most vulnerable part of it,
white with innocence and 
tenderly open,
hoping in vain for 
a sweet caress. 

~ cj 2011.08.15

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