barefoot on the edge of innocence,
laughter spilling like petals
in a summer breeze.

eyes glinting with mischief,
a wildflower in a garden of rules,
her spirit ignites whispers—
soft shadows of temptation
wrapped in the silk of youth.

men glance,
hungry eyes tracing the curve
of youth,
unraveled thoughts
dancing in the air—
a silent song of desire,
unspoken,
yet heavy,
like the scent of summer blooms.

the world paints her in colors
of allure,
a siren in a child’s guise.

but she,
with daisies in her hair,
knows not the weight of their gazes,
she spins and spins,
the sun warming her skin,
unaware of the storm
that brews in the hearts of men,
temptation,
a twisted gift,
wrapped in the guise of youth.

she is a wildflower,
not a rose to be confined,
a heart unclaimed,
a spirit unbroken,
and in her freedom,
a beauty that defies
the weight of desire.

in her heart, she carries storms,
and dreams that stretch
beyond their reach,
a tempest of strength
wrapped in fragile skin,
temptation,
but never theirs to claim.