Nymphet Day Dream

He saw me there,

on a cold winters day,

locked eyes. walked over. whispered;

Hey Dolores, hey. 

Got into his car, never looked back.

Misbehavin' baby, why you actin' like that? 

Dirty old man. 

buys me peach lip gloss

bites me like a strawberry,

tells me I taste like cream. 

But he was the devil, 

the most beautiful angel.

He burned holes in my skin, the shape of his lips

And his hands left their 

impressions

marking his prized 

possesion. 

We drove and we drove, never really getting anywhere at all

just this 

hotel

and that

motel.

Running from the world

and nothing at all.