"Knowledge Is The Age Of Consent"

His lie; “Knowledge is the age of consent.”

Thus spoken to one passion was not meant.

Though her twelfth year had not yet been acquired,

His matinal touch became so desired.

Strokes of his fingers, the look in his eyes,

The pleasures drowning the pain she despised.

The fear, the trust, the shame…yes, and the joy,

Confused child lover, no more than his toy.

Moans of a woman escaped from her lips,

Rear view mirror maiden apocalypse,

Soon shame gave way to craving what he brought,

And her own mouth gave that which he sought.

The child, and her teacher, met out of sight,

Sharing the darkness, and drowning her light.

As she lay in his arms, breathing his scent…

It’s true; “Knowledge is the age of consent.”