"she is so pretty i think i'll save her for later"
he thought to himself as he watched the girl with
the pretty pearls dance in twirls
he had been with many girls, and he knew it
but those were just the kind of girls he'd stain his bedsheets with
and in the morning he'd wash any trace of them away as if he had not stripped them of their lace the previous day
so when he saw this pretty girl dance
he marveled in her beauty
she was a work of art
he knew that...