Loss of Innocence

I know where I left it to my detriment I had to let it go
There are certain things children should never know
I needed it! Desperately I did
I may still possess it, it just hid
Children are naturally sexual
Exploring our bodies is contextual
That's innocence
There's an excursion I find reminiscent
But you never meant to explore him
The things children should never know, the grim
In his grip you fight but he's more mature
So your mind goes to a green pasture
Somewhere where your innocence survives
As your controlled hands feel his maturity thrive
And once satisfied
He looks at you and smiles, his pleasure you agonize

Those pastures still exist in me
They're brown, dead, and empty
I know where I left my innocence, it isn't hiding, it had to leave
The children who will and have lost theirs, I cry for, I grieve