My Only Treasure

His hands
slide over
my skin
like slugs,
leaving
slimy trails
that no one
else
can see.
He pokes
and
he prods
my sacred
places,
infecting them
with
terminal disease.
He gleans
my tenuous
innocence
and
gorges
his insatiable
appetite
for youth,
my only
treasure.

My Only Treasure

Davina

Joined February 2008

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