Between foreign teeth, lay a tongue, setting forth no rules, no laws.
Faking innocence, in just the right ways.
Never once, did I feel trapped.
The right kind of hurt, at the right time.
Never saying why.
Never needing to explain.
Never once, did I regret it.
Intertwined like no time'd gone by.
Laying above. Beneath. Behind.
Never once, did I think twice.
Good graces working overtime.
Esteem nothing of an issue.
Never once, did I feel ugly.
Something of a faith, working me over.
Of love's long since lost...only to be found.
Eight or so later.
I have yet to frown or speak ill of what I'd done.
And I'm sure, that I'll refrain.