Defloration 
 O little virgin, timid as a dove,
Consent today to let me make of you
A fulfilled woman, proud and knowing love
In all its forms. I long to give you new
Feelings and thrills mere opiates can't match.
Let me caress your hidden secret parts
And turn them to a soft and lovely patch
That my hard spade can dig with loving arts.

And when I meet the gate that sits across
The burrow that I seek to stretch and fill.
Then I will rage and ram and butt until
I gather force to pluck the fleshly weed
And cause a fire to bloom among your moss
And plow your garden with my liquid seed. 

 

                   What She Thought  His eyes were plainly on me as he stood Across the room, imagining me nude. And I, no better, wondered how he'd be If we were in my bed at the night's close, I danced with him, and saw the mighty wood I gave him, and that put me in the mood To let him feel his body pressed to me In some secluded place that no one knows.  I pray that he will want to leave this place, And that he'll go with me to where I live Where his strong hands will strip me down to lace, And then to skin.  I'll say I want to give My body to him, that I want to be Beneath him, crying out in ecstasy!