Her yearning

for acknowledgement,

burst from every pore,

soaking her skin.

The societal virgin,

an illiterate interaction,

as she tipped

her hat to humanity.

Nodding

in their general direction

a shy smile.

Inviting.

Igniting.

Anything to quench her thirst

for life.

An embarrassed touch,

feigning too much

as she went through the motions.

The cauterised emotions

limited,

by the straight jacket

of her past,

her mind.

The wing and a prayer

of a dare,

that held her compromised.

Unwrapping gratification,

two for the price of one

tenderly undone,

by too much awareness

of everyone else

but herself.

Shrouded by silence,

caught red handed

by everyone else’s views.

Suspended

just out of reach,

beyond the breach,

of the promises made

to her as a child.