WARNING: SEXUAL SCENE/POEM THING BELOW.

We closed the door-

and he 

unbuttoned my shirt.

Believe it or not,

we'd never had sex.

Ever.

I felt really embarrassed,

to show myself to him.

He'd see the scars,

permanently

etched.

Into my arms and legs.

The bruises on my stomach

could still be seen.

And the stretch marks-

a haunting scene.

His arms circled my waist,

as he laid a kiss

on my mouth.

I rushed to cover my stomach and chest,

with my arms.

But he stopped me,

"It's okay."

He pulled my pants off and I admired his abdomen,

he really was quite a handsome

person.

How had I not noticed before?

Then came the bra,

I shivered as he took it off.

They were oddly shaped and deformed.

But he still called me beautiful.

Even if I didn't think so.

He entered just 

as

footsteps approached.

My mother peeked her head in,

just for her face to turn red.

We both covered ourselves 

with the blanket

but not before

she noticed the deep scars

that ran along

my arm.

Her face twisted,

she already knew about them,

but she didn't know

there were so many.

A multitude of emotions

ran across her face

as she left

the room

and sobs

could be

heard.

"remember to lock the door next time,"

she whispered

as she

closed

the door.