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The Virgin She Should Have Been
Her dress glimmered in the light as white and pure as the virgin that she should have been
But she wasn’t because she liked the feeling of other mans hands on her skin
Gliding on her body and thrusting hers into theirs while screaming out she came
Until it ends and their faces start to mash into the same man and the same name
And as she grabs her clothes and takes her things slipping out the door
Before they have the chance to wake and see her for who she really is, a whore.
But she wasn’t because she liked the feeling of other mans hands on her skin
Gliding on her body and thrusting hers into theirs while screaming out she came
Until it ends and their faces start to mash into the same man and the same name
And as she grabs her clothes and takes her things slipping out the door
Before they have the chance to wake and see her for who she really is, a whore.
Published 14th Aug 2019
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