DEFLOWERED
He mouthed with consoled tongue
A benevolent whisper
On the eve of my enrapture
To solicit my abundant garden
Of untouched flowers
To penetrate me
Like perished finger paintings
In a delicate canopy of daylit daisies and dragonfly
In the rupturing of my culpable hymen
With graceless stride
On garments made of ruffled feathers
That must hear mine own deflowering
To devastate the unruffled terrain
Parting is such sweet joy
That I shall scream
Good More-ning
“HE MOUTHED WITH CONSOLED TONGUE A BENEVOLENT WHISPER ON THE EVE OF MY ENRAPTURE”
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