Dejected and irate, he sat behind closed doors, Persistently accused, ‘don’t die a virgin, alas fuck a whore’.
Not that he had no temptations, but he was shy, A slight tickle on his waist and dance of frenzy arrived! Well-wishers were skeptical, they plotted a move, They set him up with a girl, comedy followed soon. She said upfront, ‘you look cute, shy-natured guys I like, Will you take me to your room and make love tonight?’ He replied, ‘what should I do, can you please describe?’ If it is about a job they mention in movies, we can blow by! Adamant, she coaxed her way and touched his crotch, It was hilarious, he was moaning before her legs crossed. The moment was intense, she slipped out of her dress, He saw her naked, panting he shouted, ‘dress up, I’m scared! She shot back, ‘this is not a step by step manual at the helm’, He whispered, ‘it must be special, with the one at the other end. Moved, she stood still, her silence answered his verdict, Dressed up, she vowed to love first, then make love with this virgin. He shied away from the spot and gave an alluring smile, Shame had run away; hopeless romantics are one of a kind. #poet #poetry #romance #poetdiaries #writerscommunity #love #art
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