Twenty (revisit)

In high school          
she was the in-between type          
unnoticed            
           
not instinctively striking          
not exactly fat          
           
nice enough          
and had a friend          
you wanted to fuck          
           
She's twenty now          
and inadvertently entered the convent          
of high priestess          
           
dropped about thirty pounds          
and gained the curves          
that change worlds          
           
noticed      
           
not exactly naive          
surely she notes the shift in weather          
as the moon of her hips eclipses sun          
but she still thinks kindness          
is the only attention she evokes          
           
can't yet recognize howl          
for wolf          
and will feel fang          
before she herself orders appetite            
           
 
While all the traps are being set
I enjoy most her smile
growing an innocence into firearm