Loss of Innocence

It happened,

Happened

At that very moment

When I noticed

That you noticed me.

I was

But a chit of a girl;

Raging hormones

Making me susceptible to

Frequent bouts of love.

You came

You came to me!

And things happened

Maybe happened

A little too fast;

Not that I complain

Or blame you

In any way 

Whatsoever.

It's just that 

Things happened

And I hadn't

Seen them coming.

One moment

There we were

Looking gooey eyed

At each other;

Your urgent hands

Roving over

My budding breasts

At the next.

I am not 

Accusing you

at all.

I had wanted it then,

Maybe

With as much desire

As you had.

After all

My then diet

Of dreamy romances

Told me it was heaven.

It happened

At that moment

When you noticed me;

The moment

That you came.

It happened

At that moment

When you noticed me

But you failed 
to notice

You had left me behind.

Striptease

Eager eyes await

The star of the show.

She of course,

Will be fashionably late

Having aroused

Just the right anticipation.

The stage is set,

Whispers heard

Of the small talk ensuing

To cover up 

the obvious excitement

Exaggerated rumours

Of her naive beauty

Have brought about.

The spotlight's on

The collective sigh

Makes way,

Anticipatory silence following.

She steps in,

Seeming to fulfill

All that was promised,

Not an inch exposed;

Imagination

Driven to madness.

Her keepers give the cue

And off goes a layer

With planned precision;

The little that is seen

Shows perfection achieved

Through hours of concealing.

Slowly,

As the spectators sit

Barely breathing

Out of fear of exploding,

She exposes all.

Or so they think.

The lighting's such

all blemishes are concealed.

You'd think its cheating

But then again

This is what

They have come for:
A Diana
In all her naked glory
and in her virtues;
In the whore on sale:
A bride soon to be.