Lolita

Lolita

Her strides were long and purposeful,

As she paced the hallway.

She sucked thoughtfully on the heart shaped lollipop

Enjoying the taste of the sweet delectable candy.

Her skirt barely covered her slim lithe thighs

And her sweater was tight enough to show off her budding breasts

And the undeveloped form

Of a seemingly innocent twelve year old.

In his eyes however,

She was perfect.

There, hidden in an elusive corner

He watched her intensely from the darkness.

His lustful eyes appraised her body,

Then came to rest on her face,

She was of an extraordinary youthful beauty

With rosy cheeks, wide innocent hazel eyes and a pointy chin

framed by golden brown curly locks.

Lolita…

He licked his lips,

Oh how he wish he could taste her,

Like that lollipop…

His lust had grown into obsession,

She was his opium.

Morbid fascination had led to addiction

Until it was too late

He realized he would never be able to live

Without her.

She was innocently oblivious

That she played victim to his twisted desires,

Yet all the more it made him want her.

“Lolita, Lolita, Lolita…”

The young girl tore her head away,

From the window she was looking out of.

She swore she heard something

In the lengthening shadows.

With a loud pop,

She took the lollipop out of her mouth

And with a hesitant voice, called out, “Who’s there?”

There was no answer.

She waited for a while,

Then shrugged.

Maybe it was a result of her overactive imagination,

Oh how she hated being a child.

She plopped the lollipop back in

Turned and walked away,

Either failing to hear or ignoring the whispers that seemed to emanate

From the thickening darkness.

“Oh Lolita…

If only you knew, my precious Lolita

One day you will be mine...

Lolita…Lolita…Lolita…”