His eyes start to eat me up from the inside out Hands demanding my body This is the first time I think of my body as an object of pleasure Still, I don't class it as *** or the R word Just predation A sense of redemption for his masculinity Memories of his actions follow me Haunt me My flesh has since arranged itself differently Forming a cloud around a central object Which is hard and more real than I would like it to be The recklessness of his actions means that My husbands touch can now scare me Remind me of the time I felt like a means to an end Remind me of the time I lost my glow and will