Monday, May 23, 2011

Power Slut

She knelt weeping for the loss
Lustful for the gain of
Virginal ravishment, She knew not
The tenderness of purity
Soiled by those sent to protect, She wept
Forsaking the ideology of true loves kiss
Noticing the flaws
Groping for the simplicity to feel
Thrusting she moaned
Calculating she arched coldly
Her gaze never wavered
Wondering