Depraved Innocence

i met you at the age of 16
dinner, you bought
at a fancy place, so i thought
succulent words
you spoke
describing my
earthly possessions

...toes dipped
in heavens brew
calves delectable
beyond any treat
hips curve
as if hazardous
breast packaged
in sinful delights
lips pleasurably full
and velvety
a seraphic face
and dazzling
tinted flesh…

and then the kicker

...why keep all i hold
to myself
i should be on stage
my radiance
allocated to hungry eyes
i should sway to music
and climb poles
raunchily strip of my clothes
hungrily gaze at some sap
willing to award me with
riches
chat nonchalantly
as i massage my worth
on hard famished crotches
and at the end of my day
and after losing my amour-propre
come home to you, who loves me…

and then the real kicker
i did this and more
because i loved you