Confessions of a Virgin

I don't wish to undress myself and let a man touch me,
The dirtiness of his hands could blacken my purity.
Is this how it is meant to be?
Is this really the next step to maturity?


You want me to wrap my lips around your cock,
And act as if I like it?
I don't care if you're as hard as a rock,
And it won't ever get to my slit.


I will not let you mount upon my physique,
As if I am some kind of beast.
I don't like the idea of you leaving me weak,
Though I would get some pleasure at least.


You are not the one I wish to fuck me,
That's for another man.
Even if you don't agree,
So no more of your plan.


Sex might be a thing out of lust,
But that isn't for me at least.
So just go ahead and look at my bust,
Thinking about how it's a feast.


Why do you think I'm unaware,
Just because I'm a virgin.
So stop imagining what I'll look like bare,
Like you're cutting me open like a surgeon.


So stop with your words of temptation,
Don't you think I would want to.
I'm trying to keep my preservation.
And not let it fall to you.