Nymphet

A pink ruffled dress, a lollipop and red heart sunglasses. 

The lollipop, so sweet, so ripe. 

I suck on it for a slight sense of dopamine. 

I danced and the ruffles followed along with me. 

They all wanted to capture the peak desirability in me. 

My purity and celibacy 

The cusp of the ripe and developing is just too enticing 

Or maybe I’m just like any other women,

“You’re so mature for your age”

Was it the dress? Was it the glasses? Was it the lollipop? 

Was it my body? My eyes? Or the chastity I once held?

Attention was what I craved so I let them, I let them all 

Look at me, I’m dancing, for you and only you 

I want the attention 

I wanted it all 

More more

I want this feeling forever 

Don’t stop 

Regret and shame

I still feel their hands through their words on my screen 

I was once crying but I’m not anymore

Their words and actions were a shot of dopamine for me 

Over and over and now the guilt has sat in

The pink dress was ripped and dyed red, the glasses were off, the lollipop was shattered 

I’m your little Lolita 

Forever and always

A Poem by Mallow