Band-Aid

Scarred up eyes
Band-Aid covered slit
World telling you lies
About the way your face
Is too nice to know mine
But your actions tell me
Dirty things
Tiny fingers scratching at
The feeling deep within
Between her legs thin
Intelligent girl on a whim
Speaking words they tell her
You’re too young for this
Self-taught peel it off
Sticky innocent movements
Under the hot shower
Scrambled muffled yelps
Of a little one acting grown up
Not old enough to listen in
But old enough to tell lies
Knowingly biting the forbidden fruit
Of self aware anxious thrilling guilt
Delicate moment careful and precise
Chasing that feeling riding the high
Step up the stairs climb up the tree
Biting lip pulsing heartbeat
Racing crossing climaxing
Set a girl chained up so free
A girl with no shame exploring
A girl comfortable with her body