Fingers trail my thighs,
Head resting on my shoulder.
She is young,
Innocent.
I reach out to touch her, but I feel
Nothing, like all warmth has gone.
As I lie with her,
I think of you.
Hot, aroused, in the dark with you,
My lips taste your body, I hear you
Moan softly, stroking my skin
Knowing nothing but love.
I let her caress me, because for now
Its all she knows, of desire.
She is a childlike doll,
Tumbling from the shelf,
Splitting open her porcelain head.













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