A Once-Naive Fool's Former Folly and Lament

How the thought of her slutty, sick, rude face
disgusts me. What the hell was I thinking?
My time lost in her sickening embrace
was loathsome, rank, gross, foul, vile and stinking.
O, why gave I myself to one so whorish?
(I know why; but it's pointless.) Young, naive
and simple, I failed to see then how boorish
and base she was—so hell-bent was I to receive
her. In hindsight, I would undo the past
and live forevermore as a virgin—
pure and chaste! No shame's in that; but the waste
of not reserving myself was a sin.
      For me carnal knowledge came at great price:
      I've learned my lesson—and I'll not err twice.