He was from southeast, <br />No dating, no sex <br />Before weddings, <br />Which is very holy to abide by, <br />Yet, the lois gurgling <br />For some mating, <br />For both the sexes, <br />Youth life a dream, <br />Of passion tobe expeienced <br />Of much later times <br />Than the west, <br />Our man walked <br />Into a hotel where <br />He was asked or wished <br />For some excitement, <br />With his virtue in doubt <br />He agreed, and a damsel <br />Was carried above <br />In the upheld arms of men, <br />she smiled and they made <br />Small talk, and pulled down <br />Their clothes down, <br />They made love, whence <br />She was called <br />For more customers, <br />She staggering a bit, <br />With the manly punches <br />He made on the bed, <br />A very young whore, <br />In satisaction of love, <br />Fulfilled unlike <br />In her profession <br />To earn a few bucks <br />For survival, he learning <br />The first lessions of passion, <br />For the use of wedded nuptials. <br /> <br /> <br />Ravikiran Arakkal<br /><br />RAVIKIRAN ARAKKAL<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/first-lessons-of-passion/
