Though she’d secretly longingly lusted,
Confused, she grew hopelessly flustered:
The poor blushing bride
It seemed couldn’t decide
To be glad or appalled and disgusted.
Tag: virginity
White lies
As he nudged up towards where her hole lay,
He was heard, in a voice to cajole, say
“I love you, I swear,
And your hymen won’t tear,
If I don’t push my prick in the whole way!”
The meat market
Having sex is commodity trading,
A fact there’s no way of evading.
A fuck’s something of value
A girl wants to sell you:
Men, mostly, don’t need much persuading.
In the end, every girl has a price,
Call it courtship, or pleasure or vice.
It’s a market where man
Does the best that he can.
Like fine dining, with more or less spice
Then, of course, a wise man wants a taste.
For our purpose, presume the girl’s chaste;
If she makes the wrong call,
She’ll have given her all
To the wrong bloke, a shame and a waste!
Certain girls though, break out of the mould,
Not content to be bartered or sold.
The prospective young bride
Tries out men, to decide
Who’s to have her, to have and to hold!
Love's wounds
A girl’s first fuck involves blood and gore:
When it’s over, her cunt might be sore,
But love’s wounds quickly heal,
And girls mostly feel
They wish that they’d done it before!
Technical virgin
Her claim, frankly, was hard to discount,
That she’d managed to make him dismount,
When he’d barely begun,
And, when all’s said and done,
Just the knob getting in doesn’t count!
The glow
Though she knew she was damned, and a sinner,
She just couldn’t find it within her,
Or rather, she could,
And by God, it felt good!
A warm glow bathed her, outer and inner.
No picnic
Though she’d heard making love was no picnic:
Foreplay, she found out, was a quick lick,
A grope of her tits,
(Which just thrilled her to bits),
And then in to the hilt with his thick prick.