Her virginity, though sacrosanct,
Didn’t mean a man couldn’t be wanked;
Certain gentleman-friends
Helped the meeting of ends,
Upon which she most gratefully banked!
Tag: virginity
Feet and inches
As he worked his way in, inch by inch,
She did, ever so fleetingly, flinch,
As her hymen was split,
Since it hurt, just a bit,
But the next half-a-foot was a cinch!
Swoon
She gazed into his eyes, in rapt wonder:
His sexual spell she was under…
She swooned, in a trance…
While he took off her pants,
And her hymen was soon torn asunder.
Put it down to experience
“It’s your first time”, he said, “I’ll be gentle,
I won’t get too experimental.”
But what could she do,
When he buggered her too,
Saying “Whoops! That was quite accidental” ?
So near , yet so far
She said “no”, but he thought that she might:
He pressed on, though his chances seemed slight.
She relaxed just so far
As to take off her bra,
Then he almost got in, but not quite.
Premeditation
Though a virgin, she thought, if she chose,
That, depending on feelings, who knows…
If the fellow was cute,
And he wanted a root,
She’d say yes, if the question arose.
Naive
When he kissed her, she didn’t object:
Being innocent, didn’t suspect
That he’d want to do more,
On the couch, and the floor,
Or its rather delightful effect!
A question of balance
She’d done things that she sort of regretted;
She went off her food and she fretted.
She loved him so much,
But did fucking and such
Make him love her, or only indebted?
The morning after
It’s a life-changing day, when you waken,
To find your virginity taken:
You might shout “Yippee!”
And get up for a pee,
Or feel guilty, and sad and forsaken.
The gift
Her virginity’s each woman’s gift,
Given once, at which not to be sniffed,
And a chivalrous man
Should accept, if he can,
Lest she be understandably miffed.