Gentle innocence was once mine,
Though in another life and earlier times.
Can you no longer see the child that was once within,
You who have taken me, under your wing,
Teaching me sin!
When I was a child I grasped the world in awe,
As my mentor now you challenge my boundaries once more.
Your world has invited me in , flung open its doors,
One of pure pleasure,
Behaving like a whore!
I still possess some innocence which I haven't yet explored.
Somewhere inside, still exist a child who needs to be adored.
My boundaries I promise, will gently break,
Every pleasure you dream of
Will be ours to take!
Submitted to Jingle Poetry Potluck