Virgin No More Poem by Jack Ingram

Virgin No More



The fevered sweat of naked passion,

Tangled in his net,

Convulsing in a lovers fashion,

The taste of blissful sweat.

Hear the flutter of cupid wing,

and the hearbeat screaming “lust! ”

Virginity is a fragile thing,

And it dies upon a thrust.

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