Her soft spots were really soft Yet that discovery made me hard I faintly touched them ,she hopped And seemingly in pleasure she sighed She gazed skyward to the stars in prayer As I kissed her neck in a fashion so rare Initially there was no having a taste,she'd refused But not after my magical touch had her diffused Under the warm moon as I kissed out her yearning She died of the passion she was learning Sapped her control and she was losing it Her hazel eyes glowed like embers freshly lit Under the gorgeous little Jack fruit tree While she begged me in whispers to set her free Free like when her lustrous monster wasn't active Then I realized I was a chain holding her captive Every stroke made her **** for it felt like lightning or fire She wasn't given lectures on how to surf the waves of desire Despair in her eyes said she needed to be freed from the prison Thus I slowly untied the chains of my lust but it felt like treason To me,but I couldn't go on devouring without her ease on She didn't deserve being butchered and eaten in a tree zone So I just rubbed her slowly as she regained her equilibrium Kept my whip tightly locked like it were dangerous uranium She apologized for spoiling the all spicy night I could tell that all had changed to regret from fright When a gentleman let it easily walk away But I was sure her dear goat would of course Be devoured treasure it though she may She couldn't keep it forever, but she could delay the loss
Virginity in my Country is nicknamed "Goat" And sorry if you hate this kind of poetry, I like all poetry :o