She’s a modern girl, hardly a saint;
Not a model of prim self-restraint,
Stays out late, drinks and smokes,
Dances, flirts with strange blokes,
Thinks virginity silly and quaint.
Tag: virginity
Silver lining
It turned out as her mother foretold;
Seduced, rooted and left in the cold.
There’d been nice presents though,
And the sex was good, so,
Although miffed, she was somewhat consoled.
Virginity as an attribute
There are plenty of virgins around,
Mostly too young or old, though, I’ve found,
Or too fat, or too plain,
And, of those that remain,
Those worth rooting are thin on the ground!
Taken in
The poor girl turned as white as the sheet,
And said something I couldn’t repeat.
He’d said “Fooled you! I win!”
Stuck it all the way in!
The damned bastard! The liar! The cheat!
The rending of the curtain
“Does that hurt?” he enquired, politely,
“No, no, it feels good!” she said brightly.
Then, on the next stroke,
Something inside her broke!
“God! That’s torn it!” he muttered, contritely.
The gift that keeps on giving
It was naughty, of course, but not very;
Their Christmas would be oh so merry!
On Christmas Eve night,
(She rubbed, squirmed with delight),
She would let the sweet boy pop her cherry!
Her heart's not in it
He was sick of her ‘one days’ and ‘maybes’,
Her talk about God, guilt and babies;
And then, just last night,
She gave in, but took fright
About herpes and cancer and rabies.
Oops!
What with wondering if it would fit,
Having poked round the outside a bit,
Going on about love,
He just gave one more shove,
And then something gave way and … “Oh shit!”
Hidden depths
She’d stay virgin as long as she could.
Although boys thought she wouldn’t, she would!
When the right fellow tried,
She’d say yes, teary-eyed.
She imagined it might be quite good!
Virtue is its own reward
She felt let down, frustrated and sad.
Would to let him have been all that bad?
His hand under her dress,
She’d moaned, almost said yes…
Now he’d gone, how she wished that she had.