Innocents Lost…

Had it here just a minute ago,

Long periods of time to us,

Just a flitter of a feather,

In the grand scheme,

Beaten they were with leather,

After being found wrapped in each others arms together…

Young though they may have been,

Their desires for the other they both had seen,

The tongue, the mouth, what was in their pants,

Wish they could stay young like reborn plants…

Immoral though it may have been,

They did what came natural,

Each time a new begin,

Is it wrong to profess our love?

When we are young our love seems all there is,

Then it did seem to fit in like a glove,

Little did either have to use pressure or shove…

            © ed ~ 10/29/04