How I Lost My Viginity Poem by Ezeala Christian

Pious and reverential everyone
said i was.
Never known the issues of the
heart nor flesh.
Till he came to town, charmed
and possessed by beauty.
The brighter of all light.


He could have fallen into the
arms of any.
Fate decided already,
No divination matters this time
He took my hands, nothing else
matter but him.


One dark night i lay with him,
and
into my ears he poured magic words.
I lost myself, in his wild, tender arms.
I lost my virginity
eight winter
back.
In her lovely hands i lay all night.
He promised no wealth no fame.
All i heard him muse that night,
'your ink will never run dry'
Poetry took my virginity and
sealed our fate.