The poor girl knew for certain, the minute he
Fondled her nether vicinity,
Hard as she tried,
She would not be a bride
Dressed in white, with her intact virginity.
Tag: virginity
No harm in trying
Young ladies, whenever you flirt you
Do so at the risk of your virtue.
Be mindful, however,
It’s now, or else never,
So maybe a root wouldn’t hurt you!
Who you know
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!
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?