TouchA Poem by ShairanI feel those hands all over my body, all over me, feeling each part of me. The gentle caress, the gentle squeeze, that's what they said it was. The gentle caress they said was a harsh slap for me, the gentle squeeze was a throttle cutting off my oxygen. I feel those hands all over my body, all over me, defiling me.
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