"I know I shouldn't touch her wings, my hands, too large, too rough, but how can you not caress such beauty and sinless virginity?" A poem inspired by Humbert Humbert.
This is just a little one-shot on Dolly's thoughts and how emotionally confusing her situation is. The title may be subject to change (and ideas are welcome). Rated T because it's more or less impossible to have a lower rating here. Please R&R.
This is less of a fan-fiction than it is a tribute to Nobokov's unique style of writing, using a likely scenario that might have occurred within the plot of Lolita. Hope you enjoy! Reviews and constructive criticism are appreciated!