Peter was my first
His hands were rough
His breath was stale
Whiskey and cigars
He pushed me down
Onto the ground
Took me quickly
Without a sound
Blood on my gown
My virgin cherry burst
Sam was next
Then was Dave
Then Rob, then Guy, then Ray
Their words were sweet
Their stay was short
They spoke of love
And marriage too
That isn’t what they bought
A fantasy
Is what they sought
I played my role
The innocent
The lusty whore
The willing, waiting wife
They had a favourite
Every one
My smiles were sweet
My passion loud
They left awalking
Tall and proud
The days ticked past
One by one
Each identical
To the last
A thousand liars came to me
A thousand liars came in me
With each I was
A liar too
I did what I
Was told to do
Francis James Franklin (Alina Meridon) 