Trip of the tongue

I"m his Lolita

his little Dolores Haze.

And he's whisperin' sing-songs 

against my skin.

Keeping the heat up,

during the cold winter days. 

American Beauty,

with red rose bud lips

and snow white hips

glimmerin' darling. 

Hey pretty baby,

like the way

his hand are feeling you? 

Trip of the tongue

tobacco lungs.

v e r y c h e r r y 

l o l l i p o p s

your little broken dolly

why'd you play so roughly? 

Dolly at school

Dolores on the dotted line

but in his arms, I'm always Lolita.

Stolen away and hidden cross country. 

I've been such a disgusting girl. 

Sugary baby

living in cotton candy realities 

(buy me ice cream and soda-y pops?) 

Wrap me up in pink silk sheets,

your nymphet with pretty braids,

long alabaster legs

Profession?

None. Or, Starlet.