A young priestess, back sometime historical,
Asked of the wise Delphi Oracle
“Must I be chaste?
It does seem such a waste!”
(Though the question of course was rhetorical.)
Tag: chaste
After the ball
A young debutante, glamorous, chaste;
Panties soaked, nipples hard! Her heart raced!
Underneath her silk gown
Captain Parker went down
On her. God! She’d be ruined! Disgraced!
Faith hope and chastity
Damn! She’d broken her chaste vow again!
Even nuns need a fuck, now and then…
Though she did try her best…
(His hand cupped her right breast)
It came down to who, where, how and when!
Broken in
Well he knew she was no longer chaste;
She’d been screwed and abandoned, disgraced…
That she’d rooted some toff,
Not one bit put him off;
Such sweet crumpet should ne’er go to waste!
Of two minds
Her mind dwelt upon matters exalted,
Till, one day, her firm resolve faltered.
The boy had blue eyes,
Such soft hands, such strong thighs;
Her chaste attitude pretty soon altered!
The meat market
Having sex is commodity trading,
A fact there’s no way of evading.
A fuck’s something of value
A girl wants to sell you:
Men, mostly, don’t need much persuading.
In the end, every girl has a price,
Call it courtship, or pleasure or vice.
It’s a market where man
Does the best that he can.
Like fine dining, with more or less spice
Then, of course, a wise man wants a taste.
For our purpose, presume the girl’s chaste;
If she makes the wrong call,
She’ll have given her all
To the wrong bloke, a shame and a waste!
Certain girls though, break out of the mould,
Not content to be bartered or sold.
The prospective young bride
Tries out men, to decide
Who’s to have her, to have and to hold!