Loss of Innocence

THE LOSS OF INNOCENCE

Charisma, Charm, so hot the air sizzles
His eye catches mine and my nipples
stand at attention
This must be it, love, at first sight
He kisses me and I am wet, hot, tight
Deep is our connection
Sweet is the penetration born from our mutual attraction
But sweet treats, bitter on the inside are the only kind offered by the dark one

We speak the same language
We talk, our lips, our mouths, our hips, our thighs
So busy talking we miss everything lost in translation
We talk and are taken to new highs
What goes up must come down, and I come down to find
The fruits of our passion suckling on the breast of my once firm dreams
Stretching them beyond recognition
and I wonder how we got here

Suddenly I realize with all the moans and soft cries
I had no map for the road my life was to take
I was on autopilot and I took the scenic route
Now instead of a field of roses, I rise from a bed of fleas
and all my pleas for redemption, salvation are pointless