Loliwood Studios: Child Erotica at its Best

Disclaimer

Any hint at reality in this poem is of course fantasy, all the taboo concepts contained therein merely the product of well locked-up but intense pedo feelings. Hope you appreciate them, but remain as sensible as me about it.

Her eyes, green like emeralds radiate her innocence,
and her face is peppered chocolate on a snow white canvas.
Her smile is pure life and sugar, which warms the room.
Most soul-stealing of all, though, is copper hair glorious and flowing.

Only 10 years old, I know I should not fuck her,
her small hairless treasure for now for pissing only.
Yet how can I not desire to clutch her sweet little head,
whilst planting kisses and becoming a spear for her vagina.

Her voice - she's American-Irish - tinkles as an angel,
slight cheekiness but purity from her naturally pink lips.
To listen to her itself is a pleasure, and of course to look.
How very much more, though, is to touch and to fuck.

Only a child of 10, the world insists I remember,
some other times called 'little girl'; or 'pre-pubescent girl'.
So why then do I desire her wrongly all the more?
Is it beauty plus taboo of eschewing the natural law?

Whatever, of these facts there is no doubt:
her freckled cream delicacy of skin, and flat white torso;
her pale and perky young rump, so small and soft;
inspires me to shaft her up the place she shits from also.

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I've attempted to capture that special juxtaposition of genuine affection with primitive vileness that many of us pedos feel. So, the poem cuts between gentile or philosophical reflection and the crude, shocking elements. Also, I hope I've conjured an image of her looks. Feedback very welcome.

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Dave Miyagi

Thanks EP
Trying to capture thoughts through poetry is hard to do, especially for men, but you pull it off! -Wow, I get the conflict what your trying to discribe, good job.

gothman

poetry does'nt have to ryme per-se,and your attempts were greatly appreciated.i especially enjoyed the last part where you were on point describing anal.often writers tend to hold back when writing dirty.yet it's important to note that the more discriptive you are ie..smells,taste,age,pain and orgasms it's what enthralls the reader.yours was short and to the point thanks.

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