I Quit

I lost my cherry.
“It’s under the chair.”
The ultimate sacrifice
“For me or for him?”
She crys
Outloud
For the fifteenth time.

Can I do it this time?
Can I commit?
With my heart,
And my brain,
And my health?
My treasure is yours.
Will you ask for it?
Will I offer?

I am torn inside,
With fear and contentment.
For I know this lovely
Will not last.
I’ll start, and I’ll panic
And I’ll get the shakes…
All for the loss of a cherry