When
I first saw her
she was bare
I snuggled
thereon
bare-chested
she fed me
I felt
she was proud of
and me
contented
growing.
I mumbled through her
bit
kissed over her thoroughly
as we lied naked
she never tasted
different
from toe to head
I felt
she was playful
and we
both children expressive
innocent.
as we grew
I felt
things changed
as the notions
the world around us.
veiled
she could never hid
her parts
grow differently
as puerile tongue
always tried
lick over
I felt
be clothed
she’s unsecure
frightened.
And me
who witnessed
her bare proud
has crawled through
her undefined parts
is ashamed
is to decry
what really made the difference
her growing
essence to hide
or the eyes wide open!
