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