Beautiful atrocity, it had to be done really
as she was too small for anything else.
Barely over half my height she is, and
much less than half my adult weight.

This was why I couldn't mount her, and
fuck her like a female is meant to be fucked.
No, I didn't want to butcher the flesh of her
soft, tiny and tight young sex.

Yet her angelic features beckon, even
implore me to devour and ravage profoundly.
Effortlessly, without knowing anything of sex and
man's awful yearnings, the child asks for it.

This is a real angel of this world,
replete with ungroomed yet fine blonde hair,
blessed with blue eyes that melt an adult.
No tits, of course, nor hair down there.

Unripe and sweet-smelling fruit that she is,
men of my orientation want her, and her
mouth, small and delicate like the earliest
rose-petals of summer call me to arousal.

Logic blended with the beastly taboo in my
fevered brain as I ruled out her bum,
cute and enticing though it was,
same as I'd ruled out her unready slit.

Lips, however, pink and tender could
perfectly well open wide for my
steady stiffening of raping meat.
Gently as possible, though, did I assault her.

Mindful that my angel was only six and being
made to receive what many women might
baulk at, I coached and coerced her patiently in
making her child-mouth as a vagina at work.

Very soon, she exploded me white and thick,
novicehood and innocence no barrier to pleasing me.
Stunned and frowning, my pungency swamped her
oral and nasal cavities and throat.

Releasing my angel's sweet little head,
guilt made itself felt as she coughed and vomited.
But I could not help but enjoy the
tingle of such forbidden and illicit release.

Beautiful atrocity, I'll repeat you tonight.