Love is a virgin, ever innocent, eternally untouched, and this I feel whilst you stand before me, naked in all but soul, tainted and burned, untouched by innocence, and innocent of love. My body burns for you, even as my heart yearns for her, and my virginal love succumbs to Eve’s temptation. You smile at me, coyly from beneath long, girlish lashes, and mouth silently, come to bed. You like it violent, rough and tumble, fall into bed, pleasure for pleasures sake and pain worthwhile for gratification.
My feet move despite myself and I follow you, my gown slipping off my shoulders, and my quivering body rigid and burning. Reason is abandoned for the sake of lust, love forgotten and cast aside, and I follow you. I slip under the covers and you kiss my back, whisper into my ear, sweet treacle words, dark and lubricious, and my final barriers collapse as I turn to you in want.
Later we sit, my innocence gone, violated, not touched, naked in body and soul, tainted, burned. You smile at me with well-rehearsed tenderness, your eyes betraying you with violence and malice, gleaming viciously in your victory, and I panic inside, churning in horror at what I’ve done. You leave, and I’m alone, and my broken mind turns to her, pangs of love stabbing at my heart, and I reach to call her, but to say... I don’t know what.