Stripped
Stripped from all inhibitions
Yet forced to keep the feelings concise
Bathed in perfection for an unobtainable price
Clothed in the blood so that my mate I entice
Look at my scars, with their lies my skin whipped
My wounds were once covered, but with you I’m left stripped
Copyright © Kaima Akarue | Year Posted 2006
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