Bedroom Window Confessional: A Tale of Virginity Ravaged and Devoured

You may recall mother, the night before last, the night you were called in to work the nightshift over the weekend, for I shall always remember that following morning, that morning as your drove home from work, the man you thought was your lover, becoming mine, for why would he desire such an old body when he could take from me, his virgin, ripe, peach.