The Song of the Virgin

Eyes are closed, when you're nowhere to be seen,
I find myself in the middle of my own waves of the sea.
A little bit of touch a little bit of sigh,
As my fingers dance along the dangerous edge-
Waiting forever to dive into the passage of my age.
As your hands tighten along the wheel
I wish you would hold that way to me;
And push and pull the brakes
Throwing me over the edge of the cliff
Into your world of high, as I fly high and low
Along with you, I wish you'd stretch me just like
As your shirt does on your chest,
Poke me from within like those buttons of yours.

Summer was never cool with homework and housework,
But then you came along with your undying essence
Of utter brilliance and ignorance, tipping the scales
Of my patience that one single glance behind those glasses
Was enough to reduce my itch to a burning flame;
Boiling the cauldron of desire all over me,
Making me go all reckless and restless
Over those cute gestures of yours.
From a 'hi' and a 'hey' to my room-
I wish you wouldn't sit that far from me,
But hey- do we not have all the time in the world?

All those summers that we'd lie under the stars,
How often did I wish to climb all over you.
Your silly crush, getting me all hot and cool at the same time!
How often did I wish your annoying dog wouldn't just sit around
And keep a watch on us as if your mum isn't quite doing the same!
But hey I don't wanna rush things and make the broth go all cold.
From a brush of hand here and there when we finally kissed
That night, I couldn't get over you anymore.
How soft your lips felt, a bit chapped but sweet enough to melt me;
How subtly those lashes of yours flickered shut when we pressed;
How the sweat gathered at the edge gave me a taste of the naked sea;
How those soft hairs of yours brushed against mine;
How sweetly you pressed my palms against your erratic heart;
And how hard you felt down there unbeknownst to you.

That night I finally peered into myself as I thought of you,
Plunging deep within me with that hardness of yours.
At dawn, as I lay breathless my sheets sprawled all haywire
I realized, I was still a virgin feeling the pain of closed doors.
So, this my song to you is that of a virgin-
Burning in the midst of a heath of your own,
Slowly and painfully, as every cell catches fire
In the undying heat of your shooting flame.

The smell in my room is different as the raging fire quells,
With the path trailing down my thighs, I realize
The ritual is complete.