outside she is timid
inside she is wild
soft, meek and gentle
part woman, part child
His forceful words wake her
As if it were a dream
Everything she thought she knew
ripped apart at the seam
Rough, hundry fingers gripping
Entwined in silken hair
Imperfect beauty, delightful
Freed from denial and despair
Hard pressed lips; possessive
against smooth feminine skin
passion, pain inseparable
enmeshed in mortal sin
He strips away her layers
all the way to her core
releasing raw, unbridled emotion
letting go her inner whore
Outside she is timid
Inside she is wild
Soft, meek and gentle
Part woman, part child