You could not resist, could you
You said you would not, could not
I thought I had lured you out to play
But I scarcely know
Who's the hunter and
Who's the hunted.
There have been flickers
Just little moments
Times when you looked at me
As if the little death
Is something I should know
Do I wear Red Riding Hood's cloak
Or a matador's cape?
I sang nursery rhymes in my dreams
But I was alone in the woods
When you bared your teeth
The ram has touched the wall either way.
I just..
I just wanted to know what it was like.
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"The ram has touched the wall either way".
That is the Lolita experience/experiment all around. (And for at least one of the parties it's an experiment).
In a sense, the victim of Lolita is the reader and the villain the story.
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