Young sweet thing.

Soft and supple skin.

Lips.

Hips.

Breasts.

You're the apple of men's eye.

You're blossoming with womanhood.

You're flaming with desire.

Between your thighs is heaven.

Where God himself abides.

Your innocence Ambrosia.

Your impish ways delight.

Oh my sweet lady.

Relish in these days

For they come and go so quickly

And can never be replaced.

So,

Let them chase but never catch you.

Let them admire from afar.

Let them look at you with wonder

You are the northern star.

Let them bow before your alter,

and lay their supplications at your feet.

Let them sing your praises loudly,

and whisper your name out in their sleep.

Let them want you madly,

But never let them in.

Because creation lies within you

Your Womb belongs to Man.

And every man is wanting

But very few deserve

The passion pain and pleasure

That comes with all your curves.

So use this short time wisely

How you live it counts

You're a Goddess young sweet thing

Take that into account.