I want you,
I need you,
The thought pervades my head
Your body’s
Ungodly,
I need it in my bed

It’s wrong, they say,
There is no way,
She surely is too young
Forbidden fruit,
Your point is moot,
Now leave me to my fun

I cannot see
How she could be,
So evil yet so much fun
It was orgasmic,
Yet so Satanic
The damage has been done