innocence

Even so.. a soft kiss from him is like that of a child’s innocence.. why does it feel so forbidden?.. such a thing like a first kiss is like a mark that shows ones rebirth yet ones own self destruction. I am a whore, a greedy one at that. I have stolen such innocence, many in fact. In my eyes the virtue of men has no value, no meaning. No one gave pity or sorry to mine, my own stolen virtue. The only thing that seems to ever matter is that kiss, the first kiss. A kiss that was taken because of my sheer stupidity and intoxication, his first kiss that only planted greed and lust within me. My only fear of loving the innocent is that i will destroy them, completely mold them into something so different and broken, so grotesque that they will no longer have a name to call themselves, they’ll lose their own beautiful identity. A lost virginity has less meaning in fact it has no meaning… a child’s kiss is more pure More beautiful.. then blood stained on satin sheets.. i have stolen that child’s innocence therefore i have taken everything that it beautiful from him.