Without seeing proof of her age
The more girlish in figure a woman is
Then the more womanly in figure a girl can be

Which poses the question
Concerning the petite nude female on display
If I find her nakedness beautiful,
Is there something wrong with me?

Leaving you questioning
The petite female posed nude
If I desire to explore her body now exposed
From every angle possible,
With as many God given senses available,
Will I burn in Hell for all Eternity?

Touching you with my eyes
Looking at you with my hands
Swallowing every ounce of flesh
Your budding chest can spare
Feeling it collapsing in my throat
Listening to your nipples
Stiffening against my tongue
And snorting the outline of your
Dare I say it, boyish form

In the safe haven of imagination
Your years make no difference to me

Society says otherwise

Demanding proof of your age
Granting permission to shed your clothes
Before cameras, men and God
All the while informing us
That once upon a time
Younger women were older girls
Who magically matured in a single night
So as not to confuse us men

And still we are none the wiser