I ran my hand along her porcelain skin
Stillness greeted my soft touch
I kissed her smooth and lovely neck
Cold fingers stuck in my clutch
I did not know her when she lived
But here she was in my arms
I sniffed her hair and touched her breast
Her body would meet no harm
If people knew my secret fantasies
They’d surely think me mental
But they just do not understand
I am always, always gentle