Before I self
destruct, I must thank you for the virtue of
which you fondled
with.
Your incompetence of
being an old man got the best of you and here you are trying;
a child's virtue
How proud you must
feel of this victory tremendous
Not yet a woman but
you boast of your flirtation with her clitoris
Embraced her with
hands afflicted with darkness and dirtiness.
But, before I self
destruct here's her mistrust
Gained access into her
life, cloaked her like a butterfly, sang her a lullaby and rockabye
has your hands accidently said hello, to her innocent virtue.
Engaged ignition,
engrossed in confusion as she set her time for a mentally malfunctioned
distribution.