By Stanley Collymore
So you rationally thought she looked physically attractive
and correspondingly most sexually appealing too, and
what's more you also doggedly claim that she was
calculatingly egging you on, very conscious all
the time of what she was actually doing and,
furthermore, distinctly and unequivocally
knew what she required from you for
herself; and consequently in those compellingly
enticing circumstances you in your revealing
words: 'Simply couldn't resist her! ' even
though from the onset of your obstinate
and illicit sexual association with her
you were fully aware that she was
unquestionably an underage kid,
yet arrogantly concluding that
'You couldn't help yourself'
which, most ironically, in
her noteworthy situation
is expressly what you
then quite willingly
went on and did!
Hubristically, narcissistically, self-servingly and casually
ignoring the factual and patently obvious explanation
that while in her adult imitating and experimenting
fashion she may have conscientiously and in her
pubescent mind flirtatiously, even intentionally
contrived and daringly essayed to corporeally
improve on what by Nature she was already
liberally endowed with, all the same, and
something that you evidently knew but nevertheless
quite cavalierly chose to overlook determinedly
intent not to brook any such nonsense as the
legal age of consent, she was still a child:
not only in the eyes of the law but also
from a societal point of view, and as
such until she'd physically realized
the age of sixteen and regardless
of whatever adult-mimicking
sexual games she may have
consciously or otherwise
undertaken in between,
ought unalterably to
have so remained!
© Stanley V. Collymore
8 March 2016.
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