Barefoot On The Edge Of Innocence

barefoot on the edge of innocence, laughter spilling like petals in a summer breeze. eyes glinting with mischief, a wildflower in a garden of rules, her spirit ignites whispers— soft shadows of temptation wrapped in the silk of youth. men glance, hungry eyes tracing the curve of youth, unraveled thoughts dancing in the air— a silent song of desire, unspoken, yet heavy, like the scent of summer blooms. the world paints her in colors of allure, a siren in a child’s guise. but she, with daisies in her hair, knows not the weight of their gazes, she spins and spins, the sun warming her skin, unaware of the storm that brews in the hearts of men, temptation, a twisted gift, wrapped in the guise of youth. she is a wildflower, not a rose to be confined, a heart unclaimed, a spirit unbroken, and in her freedom, a beauty that defies the weight of desire. in her heart, she carries storms, and dreams that stretch beyond their reach, a tempest of strength wrapped in fragile skin, temptation, but never theirs to claim.