“Maidenhead”

By Reverend Beautiful Pyre

 

A cherry red upon my bed,

Like Alóra wine straight to my head.

 

The nectar does course from the source,

And I drink of it with glee of course.

 

Fragile, real, strong as steel,

I love the cherry blossoms’ feel.

 

Gorgeous flower every hour,

So very sweet, yet slightly sour.

 

Her strong embrace, her lovely face,

Goddess comforts me within this place.

 

We reversed roles and traded souls,

To start patching up each other’s holes.

 

A cherry red upon Her bed,

Shows the Goddess took my maidenhead.