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.
Tag: virgin
Bowing to the inevitable
At the point of (almost) no return,
Wrong or right now of little concern…
Poor girl hasn’t a clue…
What to say, what to do…
But she’ll bloody well pretty soon learn!
Lordly
“Bring her in,” said M’lord to his steward…
Poor virgin, to this end procured…
Deflowered in haste,
Then discarded, disgraced,
Fallen woman, her ruin ensured!
The baited trap
Buxom, innocent, hair in a braid,
Too familiar, but dumb, unafraid,
Free with kisses and such,
And not shy of men’s touch,
You’d have thought she was out to get laid!
First time unlucky
It was tight, but he’d not be denied!
So he sweated, and levered, and pried…
Rather selfish of course…
Though she cried herself hoarse…
Still a virgin, despite how he tried.
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“Oh, my goodness!” she thought, with a frown,
As his hands brushed her breasts, moving down…
“Oooh! That feels superb!
God! Yes! Please (INSERT VERB)
My hot, wet, virgin, tight (INSERT NOUN)!
First night jitters
As she stood, blushing, nervous, unclad,
She thought “Gosh! A damn girl must be mad!”
He unbuckled his belt,
Dropped his pants, and she felt,
Although shocked, somehow secretly glad!
Maidenhood
Though by nature shy, modest and staid,
Lest she grow up to be an old maid,
Hook or crook, wrong or right,
She decided one night,
Better go out and get herself laid!
If
She should probably root the bloke, shouldn’t she,
Could, if she wanted to, couldn’t she?
Say he’s her first,
(Just a white lie, at worst).
God! She’d make the poor bastard’s day, wouldn’t she!
Coming of age
The poor boy should have heeded Mum’s warning…
Scared out of his wits, the truth dawning…
An innocent kiss,
And it’s come now to this…
Somehow naked, her wet pussy yawning!