She felt an excruciating pain
With a sweetness unexplained
Back pushed by his shoulder
But her soul slowly surrendered.

Screaming within a kiss of hush
Whispering the stop, no and yes
Blabbing while trying to push, yet
Bearing it all including the force.

So she gathered first experience
Wading back home, tensed in chest
Bleeding in drops, she endured
Because love in 1887 was a treasure.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu