The Virginity Pen

Oh...
the temptation
that rushed
my emotions within
I just want to release
just a little squeeze
Never touched
it before
never felt it
with my hands
only seen it
using the vulnerable victims
who drowned
through curiosity
always imagined
my first time
would be with
something special
that I can share
maybe it will
make me feel better
maybe it does care
or it wouldn't be there
this moment with
those twin ears
of mines
have heard
of many first times
 hope it doesn't hurt
releasing feelings
that penetrate too deep
opening up spaces
that was closed
or enjoying the pleasure
until it puts you to sleep
will it take me
 to a world
where problems dissolve
make me smile
on mondays
while at my job
it started slow
carefully moving
while caressing my thoughts
 in a rhythm
until it opens
the arousal
from each vision
the grit and the grind
going up and down
releasing wet ink
from the explosions
of beautiful thoughts
stroking left and right slowly
 upon each line felt greater
hope I'm not too loud
disturbing others
from the
screams and squeaks
on the paper
as each thought
begin to intensify
it's all I dreamed
it would be
I said as I cried
  is this why poets
become addicted
wanting to release
more and more
hope I don't
lose respect
giving it up
so early
and that easy
trying not to
walk by living room
coffee table
so it want tease me
that shiny
sexy thing
I want again
that's what happens
when you lose
your virginity
to a pen