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HER MAIDEN FLOWER
Her maiden flower
did not last an hour
in his company.
Her virginity
was trampled below
his body. Her 'No'
was too late, in vain.
At first came the pain,
then inner pleasure
as his full measure
settled inside her
slick wet vagina,
relishing his move
from within the groove.
Woman she became,
just another dame
to this dark Don Juan
who honoured no one,
went flitting around
for next to be found.
did not last an hour
in his company.
Her virginity
was trampled below
his body. Her 'No'
was too late, in vain.
At first came the pain,
then inner pleasure
as his full measure
settled inside her
slick wet vagina,
relishing his move
from within the groove.
Woman she became,
just another dame
to this dark Don Juan
who honoured no one,
went flitting around
for next to be found.
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