It ws cooked underthe hot fire of passion
It burnt under the blazing fumes of pleasure
it savoury aroma tempted the unwary
The soft lining vail spilt swiftly by strong youthful lust
Insipid aroma protrude from the long forgotten bed of love
Never ever to be eaten again
Virginity now a stale meal
Preserved only by enduring grip of matrimony
She is the easy-virtue chef who sold it for a penny
OH love lies, lust rise, chastity cries, virginity dies
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A refined poetic imagination, Gerald Obinna. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.