Dear John,
Discreetly, I have been touched
By many unwanted hands,
Therefore my youth had been defiled
Innocence lost within time's sands.
But no hand could ever take me back
Like yours tenderly wrapped in mine,
As you placed a line of soft lipped kiss
So sweetly down my spine.
And in that instance I forgot
The darkness of my past,
For all I could think of was your face
And that I had found home at last.
But as I explain to you this liking
Our clothes careless on the floor,
You remain taciturn with lips unmoving
And I, your wanton lovestruck whore.
Begrudgingly yours,
Jane
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