Virgin

Your ready strings
Go unstrummed
Sort of like a melody
Never played nor hummed

The unrhymed tune
Of your multi-stringed sonata
Is silenced by the fear
Like the fear of unmolded terracotta

If we were to come together
To bond as lost souls tend to do
Would I be what you expect
Or would I only disappoint you

Staring at your length
The curves that you possess
I fear rejection as if it were disease
And this was the last and final test

My virgin fingers
Long to lose their chastened touch
But the anxiety of my first time
Well, it is just simply too much

Will I be able to caress
And find all the right spots?
How will I know when to start
To slow down, and when to stop?

Yet still you call to me
Willing to be my first
I pray, God I pray
That I will not be your worst

~Rakeem Person (5-14-08)