Reflections - Sex Stories

Reflections

Natural light shines in, lending a soft warm hue The walls, a climate of cool, pale blue A reflection, tarnished and flawed Naked and exposed, there is no fraud Bruises are many, scars are more Healed, faded, mending but ever sore A friend of years, a lapse in thought All was lost, for a moment of naught A misguided trust, a lover untrue So many said, but who really knew Meant to protect, only a small lie it seemed But it was said, and dishonest it was deemed Words are a weapon, deadly they can be Painful they are, just stop to think and see The marks do show, a great sadness known Deep and cutting, they’ve sliced to the bone One to the other, a shadow to a light Each must be known, to gain your insight Love, warmth, and comfort, great joys of the heart An art of tender touches, whispered words to impart Open and honest, scars can be seen They are who I am, and they say what I mean