- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Porcelain Skin
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I watched him, he who would not leave the young girl alone
He seemed not to care as to the thoughts of others
I saw the fear in her shining gray eyes
Moving deep within her heart beating fast like a drum
I leaned against the cold bricks covered in shadows
His fingers set to wonder lovingly against her pail flesh
Dirty dark feelers against that porcelain skin
A call from a friend, a twist of the wrist
I watched him, he who brought that young girl down
Silence now surrounding, once muffled cries
Not a move of my muscles, the slight heating to much
Pail eyes now watch him, he who had become so much power
I wonder at how that porcelain skin will bruise
A wisp of white frost as he grunts his appeal
I watched him, he who would not leave the young girl alone
