Her first cock! Quite surprised how it bent;
Still not certain, in fact, where it went!
Except somewhere down there.
And who gave a fuck where?
Or if not quite in where it was meant!
Tag: virgin
Cherry picking
Her first time. Nothing big, in the end.
No one special, some guy, just a friend;
“It’s not love, I’m afraid.
I just want to get laid,”
She said. “Kiss and stuff, though… like… Pretend!”
Ripe for the plucking
Still a virgin, alas and alack,
The poor girl was quite taken aback,
When he opened his pants,
His cock hard, in advance,
As he readied himself to attack!
La belle naïveté
As a true connoisseur, his taste leans
To young girls, in their mid to late teens,
With their innocent eyes,
Their smooth virginal thighs
Second-skinned in their tights or their jeans.
False impression
Though the charms of the girl were much touted,
Her physical beauty undoubted,
When put to the test,
Having got her undressed,
She just sat with her legs crossed and pouted!
A coalescence of events
The poor girl, she’d tried hard not to yield.
Her fate, though, was pretty much sealed
The moment they kissed,
Then she couldn’t resist,
As the cum on her panties revealed!
Unholy virgin
To die virgin! Was that then her doom,
All unloved and untouched, barren womb?
Well, if so, then life sucked!
No, she’d get herself fucked,
Not concerned, well, not very, by whom!
Moonlight
In the heat of the night the girl slumbered,
Moonlit, skin aglow, unencumbered,
Deliciously wet,
Unaware still, as yet,
That her days as a virgin were numbered.
Terms of reference
Virgin? She? Could he be more exact?
Did he mean the straight sexual act?
She’d screwed anally, orally;
Could she still, morally,
Claim still to be, for a fact?
Anthropology 102
Sex is simply arranged by the Maoris,
All done by the payment of dowries;
A fellow might pay
For a virgin, let’s say,
A few pigs and a basket of cowries.