Dirty

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Smudge, my lipstick

Before making me smile.

Pollute my mind,

With coarse words –

Rough and dirty,

Like sand.

Crude language,

Whispers softly from your lips.

I can’t help

But to listen.

Your desires evident

As you describe

Fistfuls

Of my disheveled hair.

Of taking my flesh,

Behind the woodshed

With dirt on my face-

From the garden.

Soiled.

That’s how you

Want to see me.

Innocence removed.

Modesty falling

As your firmness demands.

Your demands,

So obscene –

My heart catches in my throat;

Where I find your grip.

Pushing.

You lean in to

Tell me how dirty I’ve become.

That my obscenities

Have shown bare –

To your hands.

Infallible, tears fall,

Muddying up my cheeks.

Fallen, along with my

Morality,

To be

Your dirty girl.