I am a young girl

I haven’t blossomed yet

Can’t chase after lads

So romance! Not yet

One side of my duality

Sometimes urges me

To heed the call

No! I can’t play ball

My mind gets excited

Erotic baits are texted

But thanks to my guard

For restoring my senses

I am still young

I can’t be blemished

Purity is blissful

I can’t be lustful

I’m still shaping my future

To be relatively stable

Now books are my gravity

Boys are not a priority