That adolescent smile haunting my
thoughts.
The invitation,
that her youthful body proposed
Her thighs
white
in sunlight
on
a grass too green, my hands
hesitating,
as I
approached
the clear blue cotton that hid imagined moistening
lips
Her breath
stilled
by the hand
that was no longer mine,
exploring the
depths
between her
no longer innocent legs
So
this is where hell
begins
I
whispered
Laying back
with her thighs too white
on a grass
too green
a tissue
of blue cotton by her side
she looked at me and just smiled her devils smile.