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Stradivarius

He touched me, and I liked it.
What's so wrong with that?
My body worked as was designed
And that's a simple fact
It's not about morality -
Good girls like touch, too -
We're physically wired to feel
Pleasure the way we do
I've ignored what people said for
Such a long time now
Pointing out the differences
In what we talked about
His hand felt warm and safe, like love
And that made me feel good
It didn't turn me on the way
Others thought it could
But this flashback surprised me when
I felt the turn on hit
Draw me even closer without
Comprehending it
Desire's a strange word to use with
Someone who's only five
But it fits the feeling, craving touch
Must have to stay alive
It felt special, it felt different
It gave me butterflies
He knew my body inside and out
Moving in perfect time
To him I was a violin
He played me, I the fool
Adagio fraught with meaning that
I thought meant love ruled
But it was just an exercise
In pleasuring himself
In the end he didn't care 'bout
Anybody else
Was it okay I liked his touch?
I have my share of doubts
Was I a good girl anyway?
The jury is still out

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