She wasn't a girl
She wasn't yet a woman
At least in her mind
She still stayed in her parents house
At that time
One day she got a taste of it
Of how it is
She was innocent yet pretty
Got looks all over the city
But she didn't suffer from stupidity
She was walking past two guys
On the beach
One was relatively handsome
He caught her eye
But he was looking at her exposed thighs
The other was reading a book on a bench
As he looked down, he looked older
He looked as if he had a thirst to quench
He looked at her body, licking his lips
"I can show you something, sugar ****"
She was no girl
She was officially a nubile woman
In her mind
She got back to her parents' house
While she still had time.
A poem about a very pretty girl that is *******.
bedecked in night lights
this nubile city beams pleased
darkness, her other.
— The End —