She was much less naive than expected;
She’d rooted around, he suspected.
In fact, so she swore,
He’d once fucked her before,
Not that he himself, though, recollected!
Tag: virginity
Bargaining power
“Listen up,” she said. “Here’s the thing.
If you want a root, buy me a ring.
There’ll be no more tomfoolery,
Not without joolery!
Got that? Or bloody go sing!”
Cherry picking
Her first time. Nothing big, in the end.
No one special, some guy, just a friend;
“It’s not love, I’m afraid.
I just want to get laid,”
She said. “Kiss and stuff, though… like… Pretend!”
A coalescence of events
The poor girl, she’d tried hard not to yield.
HerĀ fate, though, was pretty much sealed
The moment they kissed,
Then she couldn’t resist,
As the cum on her panties revealed!
Unholy virgin
To die virgin! Was that then her doom,
All unloved and untouched, barren womb?
Well, if so, then life sucked!
No, she’d get herself fucked,
Not concerned, well, not very, by whom!
Moonlight
In the heat of the night the girl slumbered,
Moonlit, skin aglow, unencumbered,
Deliciously wet,
Unaware still, as yet,
That her days as a virgin were numbered.
Rite of passage
Cherry popped, she felt changed, somehow girlier,
Tits firmer, pubic hair curlier,
Flirty, not shy,
Mildly wondering why
She’d not got herself rooted much earlier!
Hard done by
Being screwed wasn’t too bad, except
He was only half-hard! Jesus wept!
She’d not miss, not as such,
Her virginity much,
More her panties and bra, which he kept!
Freshness
Teenage girls seem to come with a use-by date,
Stamped on their arse, “Cherry lose-by date”.
Anxious to screw,
They don’t worry much who;
They want cock, be it how big or whose by fate!
Terms of reference
Virgin? She? Could he be more exact?
Did he mean the straight sexual act?
She’d screwed anally, orally;
Could she still, morally,
Claim still to be, for a fact?