Lolita

All at once we were madly, clumsily, shamelessly, agonizingly in love with each other;

There is nothing more atrociously cruel than an adored child.

Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo.
Lee
. Ta.

Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul.

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 Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita.

Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta.

All at once we were madly, clumsily, shamelessly, agonizingly in love with each other

Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta.

She was poetically superstitious.

And she was mine, she was mine, the key was in my fist, my fist was in my pocket, she was mine.