Losing My Ryhme

Losing My Rhyme

I lose my rhyme
every time
I tell of how I lost
my virginity

She was older
I was younger
lost in sensual
serenity

Sometimes
night offers a feast
that fulfills
lustful hungers

When virgin lips
steal a steamy kiss
that feels like a
cliffhanger

Losing restraint,
following her tongues volley
as our lips
plunderingly
press against each other
in a passionate force
of glacial gliding
sliding
across each other.

Fire works bursting
was only
my hearts vibrant pounding
in thunderous
rhythmic virginity,
the night I lost
my rhyme.