Me and this thing is suppose to be
We are as natural as the combs of honey
From the hives of bees
I grab hold of these virgin steel lips
The smell sweet yet cold
That I have never kissed
My heart would be free if I'd just let go
I wrap my hand around his hip
That dips like that and this
What stops me from doing it
Is my sin so shameful
I'm marked prohibited?
Do I need protection since I am infected
My mental standing erected
Maybe I'm afraid of rejection
Of injecting my fornicated pen
Into this virgin's head
Amplify my sin
Spews from within
Thoughts running wild
Where do I begin?
© Alya Landry 2009
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