The Night Virgin

The Night Virgin

She clasps her virginity close to her thighs
As she restlessly sleeps through the night.
Foetally lying
No purpose in trying
She waits for the morning to break.

Her fingers are placed where others might be
As she lingers on dreams of the day.
The company lies
And our virgin, she sighs
For the night time that lovers should keep.

She longs for arousal at quarter to three
To replace the awakening she suffers.
It’s not that she’s frigid
Her pussy’s quite rigid
But the distance between them remains.

She’s in the wrong bed for most of the time
Which continues her unblemished status.
The barren remains
Night virginity claims
A victim so needlessly punished.

She’s never alone, surprisingly so
As she sleeps accompanied nightly.
With him on one side
Together they lied.
And their flesh without contact, unbroken.

So what would you say to the woman who lives
With the hopelessly miserable nights?
Pursue the delight
Of spunk induced light
As the darkness makes way for the morning?

She’s had that before. She’s tasted the flavour
Of fingers galore in her slumber.
She’s fucked till she’s sore
The mid-nightly whore
The Night Virgin wants to remember.

But more than a hope and a vision or two
She yearns for a moment to savour
She needs that love-making
To prevent the harsh aching
Of a soul and a mind that’s untouched.

Forgive her delusion, she’s right to expect
For bodies are meant to be shared.
Night should bring solace
And love and some jollies
And a peacefulness equally needed.

The Night Virgin cries with the emptiness there
And the fullness of what’s gone before
The joyous of states
From her lover; her mate
When the darkness gives way to the light.

Penelope Tration

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Poor fucking sod! I know how she feels. Nobody should have to endure that crap night after night!
To be continued........