Snapped! Ouch!
Today, no touch
You're my first
It's my first
Hope was perfect
Seen not defect

So I'll slow the pace
Ensuring yours remains in place;
Once lost you can't replace
The magnificent hymen
God's gift to women
Happiness to we men

Hold my golden pen
Eight inched sugarcane
Then lay it to rest
On your oily nest
Just between it's lips
Don't yearn for dips

Spongy stick stretching
Knocking hard demanding
Running up and down
Wanting not be let down
Gates tightly closed
Never meant to be forced

Painful moans
Negativity calls
Bedlinen red
Ops! ,have I messed?
Deflowered My princess?
Oh, priceless...

© Dianne Diana