Rookie poetry

Beggars are choosers

-For those who were lost in translation of infatuation and exploited in the name of 'love' .

A day as innocent as she
A boy as ignorant as sin
Sin approached she
Her prudish self soon to be pruned
Off the forbidden tree

A smirk confused for infatuation
She blushed her way out of concentration
For they sat under a tree
Where sin found her flipping through pages of her ambitions
He shut them closed because his ambition was not of a book
Oh dear no a book was not to be hers either

"Stand up my lust " , or was it my love?
She , remaing firm in her desire to pursue her study time
He , insisted
"Please I wish to grope you tenderly "
Begging for her to see beyond herself
Just for a moment that she may satisfy her love
His lust that is ,
"Please my lust let us go somewhere"
See it was more than just her stubbornness he begged
Sitting there she wondered if it meant to plead
Why can't he pay heed
That her eyes were begging to remain pure

Tenderly he , took it away
That innocence of the day
In the presence of many eyes
He told her to close hers to ignore the stares

Gently she drowned in the shame
As the touch of his grope lingered on her but
Loathing what she just bore in the name of a four letter word
That day she never could be held the same again
For it still remained echoing through
In the name of his four letter word

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