B

His touch was like a black sea
of fear, greed and hatred
spreading through your naked skin
corrupting what is sacred 

His touch lingered lesser
than he would have liked
But his touch prevailed forever
and remained after you wiped 

His fingers like thorny ropes
capturing your innocent soul
hurting your pure skin
cutting your pure mind

His gaze like a burning knife
cutting through all your defences
and burning the inside will
setting alight your desire to live

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