I Lost My Innocence

It started with a look
A pleasant meeting of the eyes
A touch of the skin
A kiss perhaps, and it was
That my restless hands
Unknowingly, or was it knowingly,
My hands,
They were breast-full.
A spark of heat,
The sight of a goddess’ nudity,
My reason was lost,
And with that my innocence.

I lost my innocence
When i lost my reason.
I know not whence
But they said it was moral treason
Ah, it looked to have started thence
A meeting of pleasant eyes