The whole night, in her damp bed, she tossed.
She’d risked all, rolled the dice, and she’d lost!
Now he’s had his vile way,
(To him just sordid play),
And she’s ruined, virginity lost!
Tag: virginity
Pop goes the weasel
Flushed and wide-eyed, her pulse all aflutter,
“Be still, heart!” was all she could mutter.
He said “Should I stop?”
“Oh God! No!” … Then a POP!
In it slipped, like a hot knife through butter!
Cherry blossom time
Cherry popped… and, of course, she’d survived!
They both laughed a bit, joked and high-fived.
“Did you come?”
She said “Yes,
And I guess, more or less,
If I ain’t coming still, I’ve arrived!”
Playing hard to get
If she played hard to get, should she fail,
Should justice, perhaps, not prevail,
The risk, without doubt,
Was she might well miss out…
An old maid, her virginity stale!
Nipped in the bud
Girls, come puberty, soon as they bloom,
Await mostly the same pleasant doom;
To be noticed by men,
And desired, and then
Be deflowered; who knows, though, by whom?
Smelling a rat
She sobbed “Father, I’d much have preferred
Had you just simply taken my word
That I don’t touch hard liquors…
And sniffing my knickers!
Disgusting! And bloody absurd!
First impression
Not too awful, she had to confess:
Not much bleeding, no tears, no stress.
She’d quite liked her first fuck.
(Maybe sheer dumb luck).
“A bit slutty”, she thought, “though, I guess!”
The proof of the pudding
Well of course I’m a virgin! she’d say,
Once convinced she should go all the way,
But them damn doubting Thomases,
All lies n promises,
Soon found she wasn’t, someway.
Absolution
She sobbed, “Father! It’s so damn involved!
It’s as if the damn whole world revolved
Around him! And, well, yes,
We’ve had sex, I confess.
Do you think that I might be absolved?”
Beguiled
Though voluptuous, rather a child,
She was easily charmed and beguiled;
Flattered, wildly impressed,
She was swiftly undressed,
And deflowered, debauched and defiled.