underage romance. (the confusion)

The way you unknowingly flirt(perhaps)
With my sexually starved self,
The way,
You smile (at me)
And, look about (towards me)
Sneaking glances at me.
Slyly (or on purpose)
Asking (suggesting at)
For sex.
For, (me to)
(Run down) my fingers ‘pon your skin.
But now,
Maybe, (for certain)
The maybes are too much,
If I flatter, (into your vagina)
I fall straight (into jail)
To hell.
For, (Because you)
This is forbidden (you are a babe)
(Cuddling ‘pon mama’s bosom)
And I,
Simply are not interested.

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