She was an ordinary girl.
Plaits beside a waistline she drew on with ribbon,
Fastening her thoughts she'd sworn to keep hidden.

Behind closed doors she would loosen the noose
Man ******* before her,
And bind up her lover
The milkman's daughter.

She wasn't the kind of girl to wear lipstick or paint the town red.
She would ask me to kiss her and bite her lip instead.

"Breast stroke is the only way I can keep myself afloat"* she said,
*"So bind my hands. I want to drown in you."

Her lover told her, "I am organic".
She peeled off her skin and saw her bare
And lying there she pressed into her
Like flowers left under books
Forgotten, fleeting moments
Captured in time.

Do not touch yourself.
Your body is not yours to claim,
Reign in your securities
And tie them to the bedpost
A notch that your crotch will never

Remember,

Do not try to regain
The strength to stand up tall,
It only gives you a place to fall from.
If you hold your head up high
People will start looking what is inside.

Remember.

Only let others touch which is yours.
Now open your legs for a round of applause.

I say your name in my sleep
I see your face in my dreams
My heart, just like bed sheets
Is coming apart at the *seams