When?

When?
When did you stop growing up? They ask.
I wear my satin dress. It is an old dress. It takes me back to the young girl I have left behind, along with the memory of your weight on top of me.
You must come closer. Rest your weight on me once more. You will notice that I have changed. Yet I pull you closer.
When did you become so cruel? They ask.
Only you will find out, as I pull you closer.
Savagely. You must come closer. Dare to dive deeper, as I convey to you my anger, which has transformed into untamed desire.
And all the violence around me Manifests into lips partly open. And sighs that scream through desire. My fingers demanding blood from your raw flesh, as you rest your weight on me.
When did you lose your innocence? They ask.
My lips are wide open. 
You must come closer.
Don’t be afraid. 
Thrust deeper.
All of this will end soon enough.
Along with the memory of your weight on me.
I was never innocent. And we were both always cruel.