Princess of my laguna dreams;
tapping your wet feet on my lip stained floors,
singing your Christmas chorals while I watch you blossom.

Tiny siren of my fantasies.
Your little fingers clutch my heart in ways
no woman could dream--
Your hands reach through your virgin eyes.

Baby temptress, how you taunt me.
Won't you admit your acquaintance with my desires?
Won't you break the ice and allow me to breathe?
How can an angel be so cruel?

But your small smile and laughter
fill my love-lorn ears with music no mermaid could sing.

Pretty flower, grow from my womb.
Take your curse of infatuation to another desperate man.
My heart has held too many disappointments
for another Lolita to taint it.

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