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"Painful Bliss" 

Painful Bliss

Why don't you teach my daughter archery?"
Papa's order was like honey to me.
He was dream, his beauty legendary,
A perfect choice for my boyfriend-to-be.

His eyes checked me out in my fine pink skirt
as he nodded yes on that gazebo
Would his hands on my body be as expert,
as they were at plucking the bow?

He released first arrow with confidence.
My insides were so completely revived
by the hopes of complete experience,
but then the arrow pierced the bee-hive.

We had our romance and the perfect kiss,
stings we nursed told about that painful bliss.