The Catholic Virgin Poem by Gordon D Wilkinson

Young lovers denied to be together her father would frown
They meet in secret in the woods, just outside of town
Holding hands strolling further into the gloom
It’s a pity in a hotel, they were not allowed a room
He lays down a blanket that they brought
Pulling the corners out, staking making it taut
Laying side by side in a deep embrace
Promises they make to each other they place
Kissing and cuddling, passion rising up
Laying there her breast, he did cup
Her face started to flush, he continued on
Soon most of her garments were gone
His ardour grew stronger, naked they embrace
“Be gentle, ” she whispered as she gave in with grace
Now nothing can her virginity replace
Tired and weak at the knees they laid arm in arm
Trying as they may their hearts to calm
Dressing he walked her back home
My, how that spring in her step has grown
One final kiss then shes alone
Kneeling by her bed, prays to atone