I lay the pizza on the kitchen countertop.
"When is your last delivery?" the woman said.
"I am off work until tomorrow now," I said.
"Would you be kind enough to stay with me tonight?"

I was a virgin; she was beautiful and tall.
Compared to her, I was but a runt of a man.
Seducing me must have been her desire and plan;
I felt my member stiffen under my short jeans...

"You are now old enough to drink, correct?" she said
As she obtained some crystal glasses and some wine.
"Let us enjoy each other's company and dine."
"Oh, yes," I said, but I was only seventeen...

"It is much more arousing to eat in the nude;
Remove all of your clothing," she commanded me.
My stiffened youthful cock was there for her to see.
"Oh, that is beautiful; now let us eat," she said.

I felt so vulnerable; she had power over me.
My hungry mouth requested she take off her clothes,
for I had lost all pretense that I was composed.
"Not yet," she said as she stared at me with desire...

The pizza still lay on the kitchen countertop.
"You are not truly hungry; are you, boy?" she said.
She took my hand and into the boudoir she led
My body, soul, and psyche and all that I had...

"Down on your knees," she ordered me and I complied
She lifted up her skirt so I could see her cunt;
I would now be a man and nevermore a runt.
"Lick it and get it wet so you can enter me."

She tasted sweet and juicy, more than I had known;
She uttered quiet screams of joy and ecstasy
As I explored her clit, amazed that this was me!
I seemingly knew what to do; I was a man.

She then removed her clothes and lay upon the bed.
She knew she had lascivious control on me;
No longer from a woman's charm would I be free.
I fucked her with a lust I did not know I had.

I came and lost control; she was my owner now.
She lit a cigarette and we in quiet lay.
From my own morals she had led me quite astray--
But guilt was gone; a glass of wine absolved it now.

I poured it in her cunt and drank it greedily.
"I must go quite soon," I said. This was not my home;
I needed some time to be quiet and alone.
"I understand." The words she spoke pierced like a knife.

I wanted her to plead for me to stay the night.
"I can heat up some pizza if you want," she said.
"No, you just stay there and relax in your own bed;
I can leave," taciturnly I replied to her.

Next to the pizza on the kitchen countertop
There was a letter; it was open and I read
My soul regrets to tell you that your husband's dead.
I am so sorry; I was his male paramour.

I knew now I had been a cure for pain and grief;
I wished I could lose my virginity again.
I closed the door behind me and I felt such pain.
She needed to mourn her dead husband and his lust.

I saw the evening newspaper; I picked it up.
Two men committed suicide today, it said.
I thought of her alone and crying in her bed.
I walked away, not ever to return again.