A Victim Of The Charming Night Poem by Falana Zion

At the sight of his shinning greasy hair
She fell faster than ice in hell
She lost herself to the air
Running the hands through her hair
She became soft like a day bread

Gripping on to her sleeves
That alone sent her running
She fell and lingers for flesh like a lion on the street
Her brain tintinabulates like the star dancing to the moon's beat

He made the first move
And all the colors she had ever seen lit her Ardent view
Fire lit in the curvy parts as a cue
Flames moved up her eyes and her lonely moon
Swimming in the river of flair
His lips extinguished her fire and left her bones bared

Clumsy fingertips piercing the curvy parts
Quivering tongue and thirsty lips,
Wallows and sparks in the dark
Pleasure sang its lovely track
As the memories deep dark and benight
Up all round in the pleasurable night
The heart and flesh dripped in and out like a jack

The darkness gave up to light
And her memory gained back its sight
Oh my virginity, she cried
Tears rolled down her tiny sparkling eyes
But it is late and out of time
Oh my virginity, my pride! ! !
I lost you for a lifetime in a night under a round
For the night can't be reversed
And the virginity can't be refreshed

Turn not yourself into a mother,
When love hasn't made you a wife
Keep your heart and your innocent laps
Don't be overwhelmed by a love-like lust
When the pride leave, it can't be returned
Be drenched by love not by lust and virility
For you not to be A Victim Of The Charming Night