Mar the snow
A purest white,
A captivating lust
Pushed against the innocence.
Uncalled upon
A voiced reponse
To literal, to physical
Call-and-answer stimuli.
A will to keep
The spirit uncorrupted,
Keep the skin untouched
-perfection-
With the exception
Of the fingerprints
Dragged morse-code
'cross the surface.
Cross the line
Of dues and don'ts.
His body's wanting
Sinful bliss,
Nirvana, undiluted.
Call,
This strange desire-
Purpose?
Soley just
To taint a virgin's touch-
Is feeding off the tease
Of sound and sight
Of deprivation.
Feel is yet to be
Consumed, devoured...
Senses prove too pivotal.
He wants not just to feel her,
Not to touch her solely
For some sickly sinful
Gratification.
No.
Experience this moment.
She's untouched-
The Golden Girl-
About to shed it all,
Indulge in lustful
Happenstance
Of boy-meets-girl-
Meets-world

About to break the rules
Break all taboos
Upon love's lofty backdrop.

05/04/2003

Author's Note: Renamed and edited here and there. First copy was a hurried version due to my dads nagging.

Posted on 05/05/2003
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