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Hymen's Profile
Some tell me, in profile, I'm like the fawn,
Easily startled, when they are too close;
You approach slowly, feel the flush of warm
Embarrassment that hesitates: suppose
You gripped my wrist to tear me from my thoughts;
I'd look at you as anxious as that deer,
That you also disturb with shooting sports;
My simple innocence will breed the fear
In your earthy demands: so dangerous
To one so unacquainted with your why,
Who looks away from disingenuous
And rather wicked men, who by and by
Are bound to want to find fucking delight
In hymen's profile: virginal and white.
Easily startled, when they are too close;
You approach slowly, feel the flush of warm
Embarrassment that hesitates: suppose
You gripped my wrist to tear me from my thoughts;
I'd look at you as anxious as that deer,
That you also disturb with shooting sports;
My simple innocence will breed the fear
In your earthy demands: so dangerous
To one so unacquainted with your why,
Who looks away from disingenuous
And rather wicked men, who by and by
Are bound to want to find fucking delight
In hymen's profile: virginal and white.
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