YOUNG INNOCENT

[dadio]

Sure come round
and bring a bottle,
she said. So you did,
whiskey or wine,
depending on how
much money you
had in your wallet.

She opened the door
and stood there and
said: you look like
you could do with
warming up; come
in and let me oblige.

So you went in, and
after a scotch or two,
she went off to her
room and came back
just wearing black
thigh length stockings.

Are you ready now?
Sure, you said, and
followed her down
the hall to her room,
watching her fine ass
move as she walked.

Her room was small
with a double bed, a
dressing table and tall
closet for her clothes.

She lay on the bed
and looked at you:
come on, she said,
I won't bite, well not
unless you want me to.

So you climbed into bed
with her. Her hair black,
small red ribbon on top,
and small neat breasts
hanging there like small
soft fruits. She took your
tool and stiffened it up
between her small hands,
her dark eyes watching you.

You lay there the young
innocent unsure what to do.