While a virgin, a certain inertial
Reluctance for things controversial
Delayed getting laid;
Her decision, when made,
Was cold-heartedly, strictly commercial.
Tag: virgin
Rutting season
He was big, he was handsome and strong.
Though she knew that to root him was wrong,
She just knew that she would,
Though she tried to be good,
Poor sweet virgin, alas! (Not for long!)
A little water clears us of this deed
They’d had sex; the guilt drove her insane!
If her mum found out, how to explain?
She stood there, in the shower,
For almost an hour.
The evidence washed down the drain.
Feeling it in her bones
Although virginal, tight, tense and narrow,
His cock, long, hard, straight as an arrow,
Plunged in to the bone!
Though she let out a moan,
She was secretly thrilled to the marrow!
Greek virgins
Be it myth, or else be it historical,
Greek girls consulted the oracle,
Vestal or not,
Virgins all, to ask what
The gods thought about sex (just rhetorical).
Virgin (past tense)
She’d been quite understandably tense,
But had not taken undue offence,
Though she hadn’t till then
Had much knowledge of men,
Or been known, in the biblical sense.
Fledgling
Though a virgin, potential untapped,
When sex happened, of course, she was rapt!
Her back arched and she moaned.
Pleasure too long postponed!
How her frilly pink pussy wings flapped!
Festina lente
Once they’d kissed, she was quickly denuded.
So long! All those years deluded!
Hands, fingers, his tongue,
But so hasty, the young!
The whole thing all too swiftly concluded!
Her cards close to her chest
Her great love for him, never expressed,
Had not, therefore, been put to the test.
He’d have tried, had he known,
From her rapt gaze alone,
She’d have given her all, on request!
Options weighed
Had she stayed, she thought, rather dismayed,
She would not, then, have gone home unlaid;
Not be innocent still,
Still not know that mad thrill,
Not be doomed, still, to be an old maid!