White Widow Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

White Widow



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)

Monday, January 12, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: romance
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