Am I slowly loosing it ?
My urge for a youthful touch
Adorned with purity
As our passion fell into the hands
Of our ignorance  
The grace hidden in the teeth of a young mans
desire so new and fresh to his skin
It's the first women has stiffened his shirt
The carnage of innocence
Dancing at the young man's
limbs
Harshly absorbed by his virtue
The cobwebs of saliva at the edge of his mouth
As he journeyed the cave of my ***
Smell, the young man's breath
A Trembling mess , calm yet stroked with feral lust
So cute and burdened with fear

When all I wanted ...

Was the ripened flesh
Of a stoic man
Edges burnt out within his youth
Tainted with books of lust
Arched by the burdens of his very own desire
A man , so wise yet so foolish to the fire hidden within his gaze
Tragedy lingering in the numbers on our heads
Hairs washed by the ashes of dusk
Mercilessly feeding on my youth
Feeding me the pollinated saliva lingering on his youth less flesh
Words dragging the last of my purity , tipping me over my edge
His hands a vision , to a *** so new to my skin
Fingers curling and dragging my virtue through his teeth
A man so aware of what his doing to me
So easy to beg , for my lust to be achieved
Fear of rejection , a factor unknown to my mind
Silent instructions , whispers of praise as back arches from behind
A man so silver and grey
Hidden in the performative gestures of my peers
Breaking my dominance into heartfelt submission
Speckled flesh at the nape of my neck
Blood rushing to me to my edge
Crippled innocence as I'm driven to my edge
Harsh and mercilessly snatching the young man's hands from my memory