Little Girls

by Skarletta   Apr 8, 2012


Little girls sitting pretty in
Blue dresses; 'sensuality' is a
Grown-up word to them, so be
Silent until they've all grown up.
Milky white skin hidden under silk
Stockings, they don't ask to be taken
Off. Lips blushed red with berries and
Secrets, the Little Girls will hide from what
They know is still right outside their bedroom.

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