I watched her from my position on the park bench for what seemed like ages- this little nymphet of my dreams. She’s perfect with long blonde tendrils of hair caressing her bare shoulders and long black lashes. The even more perfect pouty cherub’s bow that girls only have until they reach pubescence. She was a vision in white linen. I could feel her envelope every fiber of my being from her perch on the swing set. A daemonette princess, she stood out from all the other girls on the playground. I had eyes for only her.
    Being a man of tall stature I knew I could have taken her at any moment, her mother busy with another even smaller little one. But I kept myself under control and let the dance continue. Imagine my immense pleasure when she began playing with a ball with another, more plain girl. My eyes were transfixed on her long graceful limbs as she bounced around in the grass. Everything seemed to be in slow motion and I nearly gasped as the ball rolled to lie at my feet.
    My little Lolita trotted over and my heart raced. Her voice was high, as it should be, with perfect pitch. “Excuse me sir, may I have my ball?” O my sweet! Your voice carries like a chorus of a thousand angels! I looked down at her fragile figure and smiled. After a slight of a conversation she dashed off with the ball to return it to the plain Jane.
    When she returned I made sure her mother was immersed in her other child as I took my Lolita’s hand. I took her to the ice cream parlor as promised, her little feet dangling from long legs as I placed her in the booth. O wondrous fate! They all thought you were my child. I slid in beside you and handed you the menu. Your tiny fingers brushing against mine. I thought my heart would nearly pop out of my chest! Instead I flashed a pearly smile at you- your little Chiclets of teeth appearing to greet my own. You chose your favorite dish and waited impatiently for its arrival. A fluster of curls and fists as you threw a tantrum. I calmed you still as the sundae arrived. You ate it with perfect disregard for your clothes or appearance. A large dollop of chocolate sauce dribbled down her chin and onto her chest. Oh how I longed to be it! Feeling the warmth of her sun glowed skin! I slowly let my hand trace the fold of her skin by her knee, she barely noticed, so engrossed with the feast before her. My heart skipped a beat as I moved closer to the hidden expanse beneath her fine dress but my time was up, an empty bowl sat before my Lolita. I quickly retreated and replaced the spoon in her hand with mine.
    She skipped along the sidewalk as my hand bobbed up and down in time. I returned you to the park without a trace remaining of my existence, save for the chocolate still spilled on your dress. O the unbridled lust as I watched you bounce away!