CONFESSIONS OF AN OLD TEENAGER

I was thirteen
when married.
Excitement impregnated my body
when the knot was tightened.
I was fond of toys.
Dolls were my favourite.
Hardly did I expect
to own a live one,
smooth and soft,
red and lovely.
who responded to all my actions,
who made me feel like a human,
who looked at me
with not mere wanting
but love and affection.
You eased my pain
Kissed on my wounds
And sucked on my bruises
Leaving no scars behind.
O my living doll!
You fed me love,
dressed me in respect
And taught me patience.
Now as you tuck me
inside my bed,
kiss on my forehead,
whisper in my ears;
In trepidation I blink my eyelids…
Doll???
Was it you or ME??!!!