Her eyes, a deep opaque blue..her skin, a velvet so soft, as it invites ur gentle touch..her hair, dark, a striking contrast, curls that fall across her shoulders..quivering lips, a light rose, beg your attention..her body, carved of white marble..curves luscious, glowing in the pale moonlight..hands clenching, yet pushing u away. Tears awash..rivers down her cheeks n slender neck..her condition beckons your compassion, yet she holds you at arms length..turning away, she wraps her arms around herself..her stance guarded..as if to say, 'don't touch me'. Pain ravages, mirrored in her eyes. Vulnerable..wounded. One question is all she asks,"..Why?"