CIRCLING

by Ethel Rohan 

You touch me. You touch me here and here and here. You touch me here and here and here and make me wet and open and so aroused it borders pain.
     You touch me here and here and here and make me wet and open and so aroused it borders pain and I know at last his stain is gone.
     You touch me here and here and here and make me wet and open and so aroused it borders pain and I know at last his stain is gone and I am recovered. An abused girl turned woman now whole.    END

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