Challenge
Write a piece of poetry or prose about losing your virginity. Winner will be judged not only on likes and comments, but on fire, form, and edge. The writer that kicks me in the teeth the hardest gets $200.
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He lay me down,
His brown-greenish eyes
In my not-so-perfect self,
Which I feared
He would not desire.
Yet, he scrolled his fingers
Softly...convinced
I had been made
Of ocean-blue sapphire!
And when he grabbed
My pale, small hand-
Oh love was his intent
I knew-
I would endure!
Not a slight feel of aching,
But a fierce sea of torment.