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Inexperienced in the ways of love-making,

I laid beside you, body shaking,

The price we pay for innocence.



As you peeled each layer off,

And stripped away my moral cloth,

You exposed me in my innocence.



Without a word you drew me in,

You fooled my heart with skin on skin,

Pleasure in exchange for innocence.



The pain began, I held my breath,

Nothing less than scared to death,

Grasping at my innocence.



You made me feel like it was right,

As you closed your eyes to sleep that night,

Basking in my innocence.



Without a word I closed the door,

Wishing I felt something more,

Than the guilt of wasted innocence.