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,
hungry,
hoping in vain for
a sweet caress.
~ cj 2011.08.15
