Angelic

Past eighteen and still virginal, quaintly…
Angelic face… arse not so saintly…
She gave in at last…
It was urgent and fast…
“Gosh! That’s it? What the fuck?” she said faintly.

Skin

Once, at last, naked, close, skin to skin…
It was hard to know where to begin…
Give her pussy a lick?
She reached down, grabbed his dick…
“Stick it in me!” she said, with a grin.

First date

She’d been asked on a date… which was good!
When he tried to have sex, which he would…
(With the way she was dressed),
Well, she’d fuck him, she guessed,
It was just, pretty much, understood.

Forensics

He can tell by the signs where she’s lain…
Rumpled sheets, blood, the gluey grey stain.
When his mum says “What’s this?”
(And she’ll know it’s not piss,)
How the fuck will he ever explain?)

Fledgling

She’s so nervous, he thinks, all on edge…
Pussy barely beginning to fledge…
Wispy thatch of blonde fluff…
Young, but quite old enough…
He works in the thick end of his wedge.