Dec 30, 2003 19:03
She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks, she was Dolly at school. She was Daloris on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita. Light of my life, fire in loins, my sin, my sole... Lolita.
You love enjoying this man, you love that you enjoy this man. And why; because for your whole life authority has giving you some reason for it to be wrong. You love what this man does. That he doesn't give in to his temptation, but rather that he lives out his lust.
I once knew a Lolita. She had red untamed curly hair. She stood taller than myself and was two years younger than I. I knew her for four years before she and myself left for other places. She teased me with her smile, with the way she touched me. What an adventure this girl of mine was. Our fist kiss... we kissed till the sun rose. I recognized this little deadly demon, her fantastic power. I was an artist, I was a mad man, full of same and melancholy and dispair. I was fascinated by the way she made me feel. This girl in this movie, the way she sighs... I see Ashalee.