REALM OF SEX

A VIRGIN'S TALE

SHE’S OFF TO CAMPUS

WHERE LUST IS ENTHRONED

AND RIGHT THERE IN THE BUS,

SHE FELT COLD AND ALL ALONE

AMID THE CRUSH AND BLUSH.

SHE HELD HER BREATH;

SHE IS SCARED TO DEATH,

MY INSTINCTS TELL ME,

IT’S MELANCHOLY.

I COULD SMELL HER FEAR;

T’WAS SO HARD TO BEAR.

BUT THERE AND THEN,

BEFORE GOD AND MEN,

SHE SANK TO HER KNEES

IN MELANCHOLY AND DISPAIR

AND SAID A PRAYER I COULD BARELY HEAR

“FREE MY SOUL OF EVERY SELF AND SIN

LET ME BE WHAT YOU WANT ME TO BE…

A LIGHT.... AND A SPOTLESS VIRGIN;

HOLY AND ACCEPTABLE UNTO THEE….”

HER FIRST DAY WAS A NIGHTMERE;

THE MATRIC WAS HELL,

AND SHE CHOKED WITH TEARS

WHEN THE CHIPS FELL.

SHE COULD'NT BREATHE

SHE COULD'NT FEEL.

LUST FILLS THE AIR,

SEX’S SAID EVERYWHERE'

THE PHEROMONES DISTILL

ON TV AND IN THE STREET

IN ACCENTS CLEAR AND STILL.

BUT LIKE AN ISLAND IN THE STORM;

HEAD BLOODIED YET UNBOWED,

SHE WOULD’NT QUIT.

THERE’D BE NO RETREAT.

SHE MUST STILL BE SWEET

IN THE FACE OF DEFEAT.

HER POETIC SMILE

SHALL BE A SUBLIME

CITADEL OF LIGHT;

A BEACON IN THE NIGHT

AND THOUGH HARD THE FIGHT,

SHE MUST FIND HER KNIGHT.