Scoured and gored
By hands that felt no passion
Skin rubbed sore by palm prints
Thumb prints
Empty pats and cold caresses
Stained by baseless lust and pain
Until I felt it
The touch that cleansed me
Wiped away all others
Singed my skin with beauty’s fire.
It stoked the smile inside me
Scorched my soul with endless heat
Left my thirst unquenched
Unsated
Unabated
By glorious waters that never
Ever
Ever go away
Beautifull and elegant
Your point of view caught my eye and was very interesting. Thanks. I have a question for you.