Her dress clung by a few stubborn threads;
Her voluptuous figure turned heads,
Her smug smile, her bruised lips,
Swaying walk, her grazed hips,
And her hymen, of course, torn to shreds.
Tag: virgin
Breaking eggs to make a cake
On the whole, she’d been terribly brave.
Though she’d cried, this of course he forgave.
A girl’s maidenhead lost
Is a trivial cost,
To be taught to come, wave after wave!
Unjust deserts
Though she’d known he was not to be trusted,
He’d made her feel foolish and flustered.
Now, virgin no more,
She felt…not like a whore,
But betrayed, sad, and rather disgusted!
Type-cast
She was plum, she was cherry and ripe,
A dumb girl, who believed all the hype,
All the lies of the guys…
So it’s no great surprise
That she sold herself cheap, true to type.
Knowing, in the biblical sense
She knew perfectly well what it meant,
That the sheet was propped up like a tent,
Quite alarmingly so,
But she didn’t yet know
Where or how, God protect her, it went!
Arranged marriage
She’d been led like a lamb to the slaughter,
Eyes, thighs and resolve turned to water…
Been given to him,
To be used at his whim:
And behave like a good wife and daughter.
Deep and meaningful
She regretted her virtue gone cheaply;
His cock, small at first, then rose steeply,
As thick as her wrist,
A knob big as her fist,
Which, when in her, affected her deeply!
The flower of youth
He deflowered her, one should explain,
Lest she otherwise always remain
Virgin, ruing the day…
Now at least she could say
She’d loved once… which was only humane!
A woman's lot
She lay naked, all blushing and shy;
It’s so big!” she exclaimed. I may die!
But if all of those others,
Wives, mistresses, mothers
Can do it, she thought, why not I?
Dirty laundry
Getting in was a bit of a squash,
But thereafter, delightful, splish-splosh!
That he’d lied through his teeth,
That she’d cried, there beneath,
Like the stains, would come out in the wash.