Innocence Forsaken

Agile hands

unzip dresses and

undo buttons.

 

Kisses and laughter

camouflage nervousness.

Finger tips trace torsos,

uniting unfamiliar anatomies.

 

Melodious moaning

drowns the tick and the tock

of the giant clock.

 

Deep breaths and tired bodies,

fall into a slumber of virginity lost

and innocence forsaken.

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