The First Time
I was told it will be sweet
I was told it will be fun
I was told the night will be a really memorable one
The one in which my dignity will be dignified
And my seal will be broken slowly, calmly and passionately
I have always dreamt of the candle lights
The blindfold
The roses and sweet fragrance that will fill the the room
When my man shall make me a woman.
All I have dreamt of
Until Uncle Jide changed the story
And created a paradigm shift in my dream
The beast impregnated my head with scary memories
And forcefully filled me with his infertile cold warm milk
With his muscular self he brutally made my first time a horrible one.
ABSOL
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