Deflowering

Seeing her discomfort while popping her cherry
Slowly reaching my tip to her virgin entrance
Spreading her moistened lips for the wide acceptance
Looking into her eyes for a look of worry

Determined to succeed, to finally feel thrusts
Inside her emotions of turmoil and of trust
To allow this stranger the privilege of lust
And to pass the exam of burying her crusts

Caring for her pleasure while holding his wicked
Arriving to the point that he can slowly glide
Reeling for right pressure of a clamped tightness slide

Elevating the moves to ease her pain crooked
Noting the sensation will pass with encounters
Even though she's relieved, now bending on counters

◄ The calendar

Lesson learned ►

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