The Virgin’s Swan Song

“Fuck me, fuck me”
Alternating between whispered pleas and shrill shrieks
Small hands of a lady
Grope my pornographic parts
Whoring for the forbidden in a manner
Not so ladylike now.
I see tears of desperation in her eyes
Desperation for getting rid of the hymen
Forced inside her cunt
By mother’s deceitful whispers
And Father’s scary bloodshot eyes.

So she now begs a stranger to bestow justice upon her.
Begs me to tear the chains away,
Begs me to go hard
As she sees the plaster from walls of the room
Break and fall off
With every thrust that our conjoint bodies make
She sees unicorns and elephants ad sceneries
She used to draw as a child
Pass in front of her eyes,
As the blood from her cunt
Flows like her innocence
All over the white bed sheet,
Drenched totally red now.

And so she bathes in her own blood
And tears wash her face,
An orgasm passes unnoticed
Battered and bruised she waits for a final thrust
After which our bodies could disentangle
And she could just die.