I wish I could be touched, gently.
Without wandering fingers.
Without wandering thoughts.
I wish I could be touched without any other meaning but to be touched.
I wish I could be kissed without any other meaning but to be kissed.
I wish I could be held without wandering hands.
I wish I could be looked at without wandering eyes.
Yes, wandering eyes everywhere I go.
They dig into my skin and undress me.
I am a cherry for the picking.
I am a ripe fruit.
I am the frosting on a cake.
My body is wanted by the hungry to be eaten.
To be devoured.
The apple of eve.
Manipulated by the snake.
I want to stay pure, I want to stay clean.
Scrub myself so hard, where hands touched that I did not want.
Scrub and scrub and scrub away.
But the handprints are branded into my skin like a cow ready for the milking.
Please just touch me gently,
that's all I really want.
Please wander into my soul instead.
Please wander into my brain, you can explore those hallways all you want.
But I do not want you to open up my gates, I hid the key away until the time is right.
Let my hands wander first, but I will wait for your nod of approval.
I do not break down doors and intrude on private space.
So, please don't wander where I keep sacred.
