Bitter taste of men

Adult short poem. A comment on men at their sleaziest (yes that is a word)

Hello, little girl
What a lovely top you're wearing
Covering lovely golden skin
Over lovely slender shoulders
You're a beautiful little girl
With lovely bright green eyes
Gorgeous shapely lips
And lovely long brown hair
You're older than your years, little girl
With thoughts that are so grown up
A body that is nearly that of a lady
And a way to make me smile
I feel i can talk to you, little girl
Like i cant talk to anyone else
Let me tell you about myself,
And the things that i like to do.
Your skin is so very soft, Little girl
And the smell of it is so very sweet
I'd like to know your taste, little girl
And you know that i want you to taste me.