The Re-Education of Miss Soumya

He galloped into her life on white horse

but oh, he was dark and disarming.

The naïve and impressionable Miss Soumya

took the fatal first look, found him charming.

He wooed her and cooed her for succulent feast

aroused by round breast and mouthwatering skin.

Creamy white thighs and open moist mouth -

all screamed and begged him to canter right in.

Although sensuality radiated from her every pore,

she proclaimed he must wait till they marry.

He must talk to her Papa and ask for her hand

but libidinous hot man wasn’t willing to tarry.

“Oh no,” she screamed as she fought for her purity,

he ripped off her dainties, exposing bounty therein.

She scratched and pled and begged him to leave

but his beautiful dark body committed his sin.

Her innocence tarnished, she was surprised to find

that she enjoyed the violation, her whole body quivered.

As he turned his back and cavalierly rode off on his horse,

she thought lustfully of her loss of virtue and shivered.

Of one thing, Miss Soumya was certain -

she would lure him once again to her bed.

She sent him a note by fast homing pigeon and

she was ready for him on white quilted spread.

He was so aroused as he galloped back on white steed

envisioning the plunder of her luscious body once more

he was mounted and ready as he ravished her core

but the insolent man had no inkling what was in store.

The virginal lady tasted him with pink tongue all over

took charge, laid him on back, tied hands with white silk

used fingers and moist mouth to bring him to peak

slipped out silver dagger, said, “I’ve no need of your ilk!”

She stabbed him and stabbed him, in complete fury

watched in fascination as bedding turned red

but she knew in her heart, her desire had ignited

she must find one more cocky man to darken her bed.