This poor child has immersed in its blunder;
Has jumped the gun intended for due time.

Caught in between phase adult and child,
Partaken of mature deterrence—the lust.

Now vain sensuality exploding from within
An unprepared body whose lips taste the wine.

But would rather the childish peace of frolic so
The Mind’s duly growth has halted, for now.

And still the innocence is broken, gone away.
Flustered and refused, it escapes for no return.