Virginity Poem by Tamra Craft

Sweet, the taste of her innocence,
An accomplishment in which I take pride

She molded herself into me so quickly
A bystander might not have guessed it her first time

But I knew better, with ever well placed touch
I was unlocking many doors

That otherwise would have stayed shut to the world
Leaving her always wanting, needing more

Would have left her trapped inside herself
Hopeless to escape on her own

She would have sank deeper into herself
Hidden behind the thick vines that would have grown

Concealing her inner passions
Scorching her soul with what was left of the unfed flame

I am empathetic to her urgent desire
For once I was punished with the same.