In my realm, a beautiful young page,
So innocent and sweet, like a flower of perfect age.
Giving tiny winks and here and there a note,
Telling me what lusts he wants in his book of deeds be wrote.
He tells me of a need he desires to be fixed,
Feelings of lust and love, and need mixed.
I don myself in my cloak and take to the empty street,
This cute creature, a gazelle, does this big lion meet.
He tells me to meet him at the abandoned school, 
It was his required place of meeting, his only rule.
I walk to the building, expecting to be alone,
Little did I know his face would have shown.
He was wearing baggy shorts and a loose shirt,
Cutely enough, he was obviously a virgin, 'cause he still tried to flirt.
I smiled and said kindly he didn't have to go through,
He said in a tone that sent my blood alight, 'I don't care, I desperately need to.'
After I am done, he asks to go again,
How sick I feel for enjoying such sin. 
Sadly do I realize after we part,
I think that page walked off with a piece of my heart!?