Innocence

A sweet smile
Balanced by curious eyes
She was purity donned in lace,
Which graced upon her untouched thighs
So proper and prim
Yet she had secrets hidden within
Thoughts of naughty scenes
Fueled feisty fingers to explore down between
Such a yearning for passion
Sometimes in the most filthy-like fashion
Yet all the while she’ll look at you with such innocence
Maybe she isn’t so pure… in a sense