The innocence of youth Defined by a look A nervous glance A trying too hard not to leave it to chance A beauty that pervades The layers of make up And the clothes too old for your years
Just one look Makes my heart race I start to quiver As your lips brush my face Your tongue probes gently In my willing mouth My nipples harden In anticipation Of your touch.
The blood that flows from between my thighs Should have been our baby's cries Instead it is my tears of shame My sobs of anguish, my heartfelt pain A blatant reminder of all I've lost