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What She Didn't Know


"Irene, my girl, let's give it a whirl

Let's try our hand at this

Or rather, to be crude, or blunt

Our bodies and our hips

 

Do you think I'll need a condom?

Probably not, you're about to bleed

You'll start next week, but if all goes well

You'll start tonight in the sheets

 

Here, I'll take your pants off

Do you like what I'm doing now?

Shit, how does this work?

You're not as wet as I thought you would be

 

Oh, and you don't shave...

Well, maybe next time you'll be clean

But I'm not going down on you tonight

That'd be disgusting

 

Why are you cringing?

This is supposed to be fun...

I thought girls sighed and moaned

When they lost their virginity

 

Oh my god, the sheets are going to be stained!

What will my mom say when she sees?

God, this night didn't go as planned

I didn't even get off, Irene"

 

She lay awake, naked in bed

Lying next to her frustrated lover

The whole ordeal hadn't been as grand

As either one had expected

 

But in the movies, the girls look happy

And the guy always knows what to do

I figured he'd know how to make it all work

Since he watches so much porn

 

Irene fell asleep with her back to Dean

And awoke to him shaking her shoulders

"You have to go, we slept too long

My mom will wake up any minute!"

 

She crawled out the window and snuck to her house

In the bathroom she took off her clothes

There was blood in her pants

It dripped on her toes

 

She took a long shower, sore and frustrated

She didn't care if she got to class late

Dean would no doubt tell all of his friends

That they did it, and he was a natural

 

She sighed and she hoped that the next time would be 

Somehow better, enjoyable for her

But she didn't know that for two months she'd groan

Not in pleasure, but pain in the sheets

 

No one told her about her own body

No one warned her of the pain

All expected her to love sex

Because that's what women are for - 

We're all just sexy boy toys

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