First Time

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: General Erotica  |  House: Booksiesilk Classic Group


First Time

A lady in waiting is her address

You stand fidgeting scared to death

Hardly breathing, holding your breath

Knowing what she wants, there is no guess

 

A touch of her hand against your skin

In candlelight, she’ll lead you in

Crossing the threshold to begin

The making of boys into men

 

Casting the line out to embark

She guides you patiently in the dark

Steadying your arrow to hit the mark

The gunpowder’s waiting for the spark

 

Approaching the point of no return

No words needed for what you learn

Not a single scar and yet you burn!

A few dollar bills is all she earns

 

Yet she gets a whole lot more

Her blood runs so hot! you can hear it roar

This is why and what, she does it for

So lift a glass to the Classic Whore


Submitted: June 10, 2022

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DampKitten

Orange, I absolutely love this piece. I like the flow, the concept, the fabulous metaphors (arrows and gun powder) ...boys to men. I was mesmerized as I traveled down the page.

BUT...I was a little disappointed when she turned out to be a prostitute. I was hoping for something more meaningful. The piece ends so abruptly, emphasizing her profession. Maybe if you manipulated it somehow...

It's really good, though

Sat, June 11th, 2022 3:41pm

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Thank you. It's supposed to be reminiscent of older times when the rite of passage was control by the older generation for the younger generation. Think old west, when men were men and women were objects. Rather discussing though, still?

Sat, June 11th, 2022 9:31am

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