Young girl walking down the boulevard
Not yet wise enough to know the world’s agenda
Not yet an adult but with thighs of a woman
Perverts hunting, stalking, honking, and waiting.
She wore a white summer dress with dainty wild flowers printed in clusters
Just barely ripe with with the blush of woman’s blood.
Her hairs tingle and ears perk as she Catches the glint in the eyes of the white haired wolf
And she darts for the mechanics shop
And walks in trembling.
The Wolf laughs, “Oh I was just looking to have a little fun.” Smug as he drives off in his old white sports car forgetting everything but those legs.
Little Lolita left standing in the middle of a shop with greasy men staring at her quivering pout and watery eyes.
She slowly turns to walk away feeling foolish
A little less innocent
Remembering those eyes every time she undresses for lovers.