Bruised but still blooming

Only a facade, her innocence Her actions along with her appearance make others tense They see a sinner, but small and quite sweet The most darling whore they’d ever meet Her sin is lust, physical and lush She’s capable of making even the filthiest of men blush Her mind is filled with neglect, thoughts of abuse and desire She’s constantly on the edge of ecstasy, her deeds cause her to perspire She only wanted to be loved, only to be touched And now she’s endlessly used, penetrated and clutched Bruised and delicate, a sinful sweet fruit, so rare taste the crimson sticky center after she’s stripped and peeled bare.