Locker Room Whispers

I cant believe what I used to think,
I was utterly disgusted by what the girls in the locker room used to speak.
These things so ghastly, so tawdry, so vile,
Who knew that my opinion would change in just a bit of a while?
Stories of unspoken unbelievability, fear and disgust,
How could I have known that these long ago tales would serve as a precursor to my lust?
Oh the times I remember, the rambling whispers so absurd,
I'd be terrified, mystified, and ultimately intrigued by what I heard.
Never was it then, my intention to explore,
The crazy world of wonders and pleasure I heard about before.

Ah, so young, so pure, such a child was I,
Who knew that stories of my own, I would contrive?