Encounters with a virg*n

Lover; It's at night and I'm scared of your yelling.
You'll attract a crowd in my hut.
The center of my trouser is now swelling,
You must shelter the burden in my pant....

Virgin; Oh God! I'm afraid I can't,
You are bigger than how I thought.
My heart has started to pant,
You have such a humongous bolt.

Lover; But you made me sell my plot,
Don't make me strangle your throat.
Drift your legs and cup my bolt,
If you delay, my blood will clot.

Virgin; Then I beg you to enter the head,
My center is tiny for your tail.
Don't rush as if it's a raid,
You will make me break down and wail.

Lover; Then don't just like a log...
Like firewood ready for transportation,
Give me, the shape of a dog,
It's the best for sexual participation.

Virgin; I'm sorry for telling you this...
But today I'm actually on my periods.
We can still do this next time please,
You don't have to swallow those steroids.

Lover; Take your dress and get out of here,
Night runners are outside but don't fear.
Ignore the wild dogs that are there.
You'll be safe... I'll say for you a prayer.

Lover; go

Virgin; no 

Lover; your legs...!

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