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AWOKE A WOMAN
After night out, drink with music laced,
Dancing with his arms around my waist
And his hands over my contours traced,
His lips got sticking to mine like paste.
His young manhood in my core he placed,
Pushing gently, then with growing haste.
I woke, in my lover's arms embraced,
A woman, no longer maiden-chaste,
My girlish naievety replaced
By experience of sex's taste,
My clothes round his bedroom floor misplaced.
Wondered, "Was this worth it, or a waste?"
Dancing with his arms around my waist
And his hands over my contours traced,
His lips got sticking to mine like paste.
His young manhood in my core he placed,
Pushing gently, then with growing haste.
I woke, in my lover's arms embraced,
A woman, no longer maiden-chaste,
My girlish naievety replaced
By experience of sex's taste,
My clothes round his bedroom floor misplaced.
Wondered, "Was this worth it, or a waste?"
Published 11th May 2017
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