Pure

I did a bad bad thing

Not yet acted out but so often the thought has crossed my mind.

Why? I ask.

I'm I so desperate,

that a boy younger in years could seduce me?

I want him in my bed but no one else must know.

It's like a crime.

Unforgivable it is.

He holds me tight, for everyone to see.

I rest my head on his shoulder, as if I fell asleep.

Should I worry?

I'm I sick?

No I think not, lonely is the word.

And he is pure, not yet in use, not yet corrupted,

still unaware of the power of his love.

Pure!

That might be the key.