Poem by Mary Wynn

Virgin ? Yes I’m one of those
That doesn’t matter 
They only care about how that ass sit
Or how tight that dress fits
They just want that mouth and those big tits
They don’t care about what’s in your mind see
They just want something called head
And that warm sensation between your legs
But see that’s not me
I don’t matter
No matter how smart I am
No matter how independent I am
No matter how virginesque I am
The ones with the open mouth and spread legs outshine me
To them I’m considered the future
They want the present the miss right now
And that’s not what I’m destined to be
See
When it comes to the reality
Me being a virgin is a sign of intimidation

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