The Virgin
Every time we fuck and
you end it swiftly, crying
trembling like wind-scattered sand,
touched with soothing hand,
you say I'm lying
each time we fuck and
I dont treat you like a fanned
leaf brittle in the sun drying
trembling like wind-scattered sand.
I'll admit my speech is canned.
you'd think you were dying
each time we fuck and
you
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