Nymfetish

Nymfetish. The grown man’s addiction to the young girl.
Seduction: he would allow it to curl
Off his tongue at her, sweet-talk her into submission,
If he could. Such is this condition. He watches
Her lithe, nubile body; soft-skinned, gentle-scented.
He looks longingly through middle-aged eyes, he scratches
His stubble knowing that she’s out of reach;
He thinks to himself, I could teach her
A thing or two, but she wouldn’t learn from him –
Or would she? The older man. Who knows.
The more he eyes her up, the more his erection
Grows, and he’s no longer into women that have to try
In order to invite detection by his roving eye;
Not when there are fresh young fillies like these
That grab the attention without one iota
Of effort’s invention. He’d rather find his quota
Of physical release with someone young enough
To be his daughter, or his niece; stuff
Settling for ageing, drooping hags – rough mutton.
He’s had his fill of slags over the years, and
Now he wants a couple of virginal thighs
Wrapped around his ears; he is in the search,
The desperate attempt, to regain the virility
He once possessed, and the boyhood agility
That practised in his pants automatically
Whenever a female got undressed.