Afterwards, he spoke.

your virtue tasted like meringue,
lighter than infatuation,
and smelled of store brand vanilla.
it gave a bit of resistance to the bite,
but melted in my mouth,
instantly.
it slicked my lips,
then was gone,
like nothing.
but the aftertaste is cloying,
too sweet to be pleasurable,
and clings to the tongue
too long.
you’re lucky it was me,
and not a lover.
Nobody should have to taste it twice.