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Her father said no, 
But her eyes screamed yes. 
Her body was the kind, 
That needed no rest. 

What is forbidden, 
I desire most. 
Especially a woman 
With curves to boast. 

I saw in her eyes, 
Her wild intention. 
For me to fulfill 
With all my attention. 

Later that night, 
Guided by moon light 
& the smell of perfume, 
I crept through the shadows 
& found her room. 

A pebble or two 
Found her attention. 
The moment she saw me, 
She knew my intention. 

So I helped her down 
From her window sill. 
Her hand was shivering 
From the chill & the thrill. 

She followed me back 
To my secret garden, 
Where we made love senselessly 
I beg your pardon. 

She felt like a virgin 
In need of my touch. 
Her thighs held my waist 
In the tightest clutch. 

Daddy’s little girl 
Was a girl no more. 
In public, a woman 
In private, a whore 

Her legs were shaking 
Beside my ears. 
In ecstasy, screaming 
Pleasure through tears. 

After her climax 
She whispered to me, 
"Never mind my tears, 
They are not of sorrow." 
I said, 
"I know my dear, 
Same time tomorrow?"

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