Innocence_

I don’t like the look of those Full curves dear, Giving the impression Of womanhood Touching you. Wear a wide dress dear, Hide those long legs, You don’t want imaginations Going wild Thoughts of your young limbs Intertwining. Those full, red, Luscious lips Never to be emphasised Or look wet. Your glistening eyes Looking to the floor. No one must see, Into your lustful soul. Your hair tied back, Covered with dark shades, Hiding, Flowing locks of mahogany. Keep your voice down dear, Husky tones giving Impression of bed talk, Going wild at Thoughts of your moans. Don’t let a sound Escape those sinful lips, Lest it creates an impression Of wanton, Wet tongue of a maiden. Smell trailing behind, Imagining fields of roses, Inside your ropes. Keep yourself well wrapped dear, Don’t give away your game, Only innocence must shine.