Legal Lolita Fantasy Poem by Hannah Daughtry

Age her only virtue
He fails to rise from just a kiss
which shows his age,
and hers that expects it

She sees what he saw
why did he not
request a reprise?

The subtle, firm, young breasts
her fumbling, desperate hands
with puerile nails
caves so tight
one that gags,
and one that hardly opens

isn't this what he wants?
Puerility, naiveté, his Legal Lolita Fantasy

She searches the shirt she wore
what did she hope to find?
A finger print? Some DNA?
No not hair, his body and head
were bare
But maybe his scent, or his lips
after all, were there

But clothes do not retain passion
and time distorts kisses

Humbert, where are you now?
did she lose her nymphet-spell?
Humbert, she reached expiration date.
Procure a younger, and your urges will quell.