Learning
A virgin learns to be the tightest fit:
See her mouth's round his cock; her lips; this seal
is taut as she looks up, so the appeal
Within her eyes illuminates: she's lit
With a need to discover how it feels
To have this man within her cunt or arse;
She wonders if desire must wear a mask
To hide enjoyment, as her lover reels
Her in: she's a fish caught upon his bait;
As she expands those places still so tight:
Her rosebud and that so-moist, pleasure slit;
Or, should she bide her time and simply wait
In hopes he'll catalyse the sweet delight,
That she's found comes from being the tightest fit.
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