A single beauty,
covered, with layers of garments.
Looks around, noticed by a few,
ignored by many.
Adorned with charm, she was.
Blessed with purity, she'd been.
And she doesn't know,
oh she didn't know
what the future
is holding for her.
I'll never find him, she says.
He'll never notice me, she assumes.
Oh, if only she knew.
If only he could see what's beneath
those little pieces of fabric.
Bared, unguarded, revealed,
under his alluring stares.
He awakens.
Insane for her.
A jolt.
Infinite passion,
an everlasting pleasure.