IM NOT LOSING FROM A NO SHOW...

Way she wears her clothes, hugging the curves never fails
Her dimples, her slightly up turned nose and her cute pigtails
Her hazel mirrors shone, she had me by the first glance
Disaster was prone, but I had to take the worst chance
She change my style, now I always ask for her opinion
Similar to her smile, her profile’s ahead of the competition
As we became more intimate, we shared many hidden facts
My hands explored her summit, she helped with my climax
The sins in my mind were regressing, recoiled like a spring
My barrier was only paper thin, the secret labeled string
We both graduated at the same time, but different grades
Our purity is called a crime, only because she’s underage
Our love is a frail state, opinions make me cold and hollow
Why is she called jail bait, without her there is no tomorrow
Every city that I mapped, I will never live down that label
I have never kidnapped, but I have just robbed the cradle