Sex stuff

by mickharris

Let me sing you a song
Of frustration
let me be your bard
To uncover the wiles
and mysteries
of the sexually

I am the goddess of sweating palms and
The scion of things unsaid
Eyes unmet
Bodies untouched

I am the ever virginal
Stretching, burning, clenching
Trying to get past oh god it hurts it hurts so bad
To milky warm pleasure
And belly tingles

I was told when I was young
That it would hurt once
And then it would be boring
No one ever told me that it would hurt every single time
But be amazing
And still mostly not be worth it.