Virgin on the outside,
Whore deep within.
In gardens restricted with cold barbed wire,
The virgins eat the forbidden fruit.
They flock in swarms, ready to deceive,
The harlots dressed in white, the pure maidens..

Who walks alone with a pure facade,
But feels dirty on the inside?
Who's body is untainted of traces of men,
But has the mind of an experienced slut?
A virgin.

A pure, continent soul with a thirsty whore's heart.
The virgins devour the forbidden fruit.

Who walks alone with a pure facade,
But feels dirty on the inside?
Who keeps her legs crossed with an innocent smile,
As she seduces with dark, adulterated eyes?
Who keeps clothed as she walks through gardens of barbed wire,
But is about as rounded as the foulest naked prostitute?
[The harlot draped in white]
...A virgin.

02/24/03

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Not sure how I made this one. I think virgins nowadays are after something too, huh? =P This poem is kind of me, I'm innocent and I'm so nasty. *giggles* ...anyways.. this may be my last poem for awhile, I'm concentrating on my stories for now. Please check them out, it would make me soooo happy.

Love you all.
xxxx
Tokiko