Lauren’s brown eyes glinted
Like a newborn’s fresh glance
Of a delivery room illuminated
By a florescent glow.
But her stare contained a notion
Of innocence lost and knowledge gained.
Ignoring this observation
How the label
Is relative to those content
The experience of meeting true beauty
Will corrupt “Good Men.”
Leading them to convince a virgin
That sodomy will keep a hymen intact.
She adjusted posture
Until a framing of peach skin
Toned the frankness of her words.
Delivering a sweetness among the bitter:
“You’re telling me things I already know.”
I proposed a rebuttal to her shadow
That kept me entertained
Just before she left the room.