Virtuous and virginal,
“Little nun” to one and all.
She hears their sniggers and their sneers,
Tries to shrug off the mean smears,
Blinks away the prickling tears.
Never kissed by velvet lips,
Never sought by lustful hips,
Never caught in passionate grips.
“Is there something wrong with me?
Am I blind to what they see?
Will it always be a fantasy?”
Then at last a soft first kiss
Filled her head with thoughts of bliss;
For so long had she yearned for this.
Gone the fears of ugliness,
Sated now her hungriness,
Embracing her sultriness.
A gorgeous sexy playmate,
A true love to celebrate,
For this blossom bloomed late.
Emma H, age 26, 21/02/2017