She Was My Beautiful Disease

Met her at the mall, coincidence of not.
Gave her the modern day talk; ‘you’re hot’
I approached her because of her walk
Not a wiggle but a quick trying to get there
Truly, simplistic beauty, unintentional messy hair
She had a sweet girl look, just completely cute
She didn’t care about dress, in her winter boots
We went out side to chat, sitting in the snow
Eventually asked if she had a boyfriend, answered “no”.
A smile ran across my face, my mouth tasted interest
Sentences formed easily, conversation at it’s best

She turned into my beautiful disease…

She had a tiny chest, even smaller than my pecks
But I still loved to put my head there and rest
We’d lie on her bed, so far only allowed to kiss her neck
She’d tease me; playing with my drawstrings
An artist, loved when I commented on her drawings
Pure raw emotion, usually showing life’s corrosion
Then a pictu

re put me into motion, gave me a notion
Love crept through ink depicting a heart in a mans hand
Everything she drew I now really understand
It was then that love crept out through me and to her “I love you”
She cried and mouthed the words “I love you too”
That night was the first time we ever slept together
Times were never better than this rain of sexual weather

My beautiful disease!

She had to keep things, particularly me from her parents
She would lie and say I’m going to the library, or doing errands
IM’ing me pictures of her in lingerie I bought her
Doing it before parents got home, so they never caught her
She tried moms make up for me, but taught her it didn’t make her hotter
Her simple, down to earth ways was what I was head over heads for
Got her to touch herself, which lead to her liking sex more
On MSN she’d said she ice-cream cone on it’s side you
Once a day she’d say “I don’t want to have to hide you”
I had to respond, always with “I’m sorry, but we have to”
Listening to Will Smith “Parents Just Don’t Understand” on repeat
She didn’t cared, she’d stay at my place in the middle of the week
We had our reasons…
If they found out, on their daughter’s heart they’d commit treason.

She – Was – My – Beautiful – Thirteen – Year – Old – Disease

I said “call me Daddy”, she said “gladly” …