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Published: 8-Jun-2013
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Pain in the heart of the lover,
A rapist I will not be,
For the lover does not harm!
Child lover, friend to children,
This is the true pedophile.
My desire is a child, a lover for my heart,
A lover for my heart.
I wish to stare in the eyes of a little girl,
"I love you," I would tell her with a kiss.
My dream, could it last?
She would grow as I would age,
Teen years would come, lust would die.
Romance may live, sex would not be.
She may hold me, comfort my fears,
Could I give her the desires she wants?
A young teen of beauty becomes an adult,
Adults hold no outer beauty for a man of children.
I search for my dream, but I must mingle with adults.
Adults hold no value to me as my eyes view the beauty around.
My secret I fear would escape, as the perfect bodies come into view,
Cutest faces, perfect behind, flat chest,
Nothing could be better.
Yet never could these young beauties meet me,
A view of their nipples, could I see their panties,
See them stripping in a dance for me?
My desire grows, but I must hide it,
My words must flow, my head must turn,
I must keep my secret.
So much desire to comment on the beauty,
Yet I never can, trust is hard to find.
The life of a pedophile is never easy.
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