The Virgin Whore.

Every night a new face,

A new challenge to face.

A helpless employee,

A lustful employer.

Every bed-spread

Gives her daily bread.

 

Night, a nightmare.

To the distant darkness, did she stare.

The agony, none to care.

Life, not very fair.

 

Mother she is,

To many unborn kids.

Every morning, she rinses, the night’s sins.

A castaway by kins.

 

Like a sea shore.

Embraces all.

Holding none,

To her call.

 

“Why do you, the respectable wife, want more?

Husband, loving to the core.

Kids who adore.

Why arises the need?

To sow betrayal’s seed.”

“And, The loving girlfriend, you,

With many in queue

With, every guy you sleep

A nun’s face, you keep.

 

Everybody, Every body.

Touched her body.

But none had a role,

In touching her soul.

 

She is a whore.

A virgin whore.

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