Her body was a temple: Sheltered, secret, safe. So innocent, so blind. I wanted to shake her, touch my lips to the core of her soul and taste her. I could devour her with like one lick, one bite. So delicious and sweet, her body gave me the worst temptation. I could break her down, day after day, but my bullying only make her tougher. I'd take her with me in the dark and crack through her rough surface.

But her strength was bullet proof.

Fighting no longer I give into temptation and destroy her innocence. I completely drown myself inside her warmth, her fear. I enjoyed her cry, I loved her tender lips. Her sacred body shredded and played with, discarded like an old toy.

Maybe i was a bully, but she was a saint.