“Please be gentle!” she whispers, and sighs.
“I’m a virgin!” she blatantly lies.
He, insensitive brute,
Just says “Fuck that! Let’s root!”
Having seen through her little disguise!
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Greek girls
God, those Greek women know how to please!
Olive oil, fresh figs, goat’s milk cheese,
Extra-virgin, or not,
Tits, bum, bushy young twat!
Standing up, lying down, hands-and-knees!
Happy fate
It now seemed undeniably plain
Her resistance would all be in vain,
So she stopped, caught her breath,
And the fate worse than death,
Caused her much more amusement than pain!
The boy and the whore
She said “Come here, love. I won’t bite!”
We’re both grown-ups. Just leave on the light.
Drop your pants. That’s the way.
Let me help, if I may …
Stick it in now. There. Harder! That’s right.”
Inner thoughts
By her lustfulness tortured infernally,
Damned though she’d be, then, eternally,
Much as she’d tried,
Having felt it outside,
How she yearned, now, to feel it internally!
Mechanics for beginners
The mechanics had been much discussed,
Her timidity tempered their lust;
They lay naked in bed,
He slipped in just the head…
She’s still virginal, though only just!
Adaptability
At first frightened, reluctant and flustered,
The look of it left her disgusted!
Remarkably, though,
She enjoyed it, then, so,
That she found that she quickly adjusted.
Parlour games
In the dark, from somewhere on the couch,
A sweet, girlish, young voice exclaimed “Ouch!”
Had she been overpowered?
Perhaps been deflowered?
Some carnal adventure, I’ll vouch!
A fluid situation
“I’m a virgin!” she whispered. “Please, stop!”
So he did, but she clambered on top,
Her face flushed, her eyes glazed,
Dripping, slipping, half-crazed,
And her hymen gave way, with a pop!
Virtual reality
Eyes downcast, she undressed, they embraced;
She returned his kiss, girlish and chaste.
Did they fuck? Had she dreamed?
The girl’s virtue, it seemed,
Wasn’t lost, so much, more like misplaced!