White widow
She lied down on her back
Pure, white, I on top
Up and down
Brutal
Each step that I took
Must have hurt
Pain, blood
She kept calm
I returned when was done
Took a look, verified
It was shame
Guilt I felt
I'd ruined a virgin
(Soft snow)
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