Virgin Story

Waking out of this tragic stupor,

There you lie on the floor.

Fully pleased with yourself,

Tears running down your cheek,

With a sigh that removes the silence from the room.

Remembering the story this room would tell.

 

Eye of the beast , the crest of the peace,

A crucifix hangs from the bed's head.

All I could think of is the moans and groans you screamed in my ear.

Bumping fists with my bro's.

Bragging about my achievement.

 

Heavens rain down,

Eyes watering standing in the room,

Nostalgia she breathes.

A busted condom runs along the tile.

Within legs curved with an arched back.

 

Her sighs creep up and down your spine,

Widdling away at your soul,

Carving out the perfect place for arms to lay.

Paintings can say a thousand words,

This room can tell a thousand stories.

 

Tears of pain, quickly run dry.

Returning with tears of joy.

The first time of many.

Pain....but no regret.

A hand reaches out to her.

Gasping spooning her naked body in covers.

 

Breaking just a smile,

A smirk,

A laugh.

Both virgins no more.

Happy as can be,

His wife sat in the corner comforted by her first.

Her Lover and husband.