She started with caution, peeling off my skin layer by layer, exposing the shell I had built around myself.

Her soft, loving, gentle hands ripped me open until my secrets were laid bare, only for her eyes.

I craved to be shattered, consumed.

Dissect me, not for your sake, but for mine.

But only after you have patiently pierced through the barriers I have conjured.

When patience runs out, greed takes over. She ravages, mutilates, and mangles every bitter gem hidden under my flesh.

Until I am nothing but ****** hands and crimson lips.