Innocence

Why aren't you pretty?
Such an innocent little thing.
Mmm...And so naive.

I can taste you on my tongue.
You secretly enjoy this.
I can see it all--
On that beautiful, blushing face.
And your mind...
It's swimming,
With all those nasty little thoughts I bring you.

You want to be corrupted.  
Your body longs to be concord.
I'll gladly oblige.

Ah--but not yet.  :)