The VirginA Poem by John Alexander McFadyenA gift only a woman can give.The Virgin Lothario's advances come in hot lustful glances. Suggestive tones give way to loose hands that catch her breath and try to corner her upon the bed. There he would become overlord of her womanhood, steal her solitude, invade the privacy and sanctity of her purity, and fill her full of his plantings; mere seedlings of hollow promises. But pray thee coy is she, for there are precious coins within her padlocked chest, and she does not see this the day to insert that rusted key, nor he the man whose hand to so tip. Foolish is the cry, for today is short and to be lived. But be foolishness a choice rather than commanded by a voice such as his? Her virginity is hers to treasure until measure by measure she decides to drop the filigree veil and impale herself upon the horns of man. Until that day she may hold back that tide, Canute like if you will, but the silver and the gold she does keep dry until by and by it is her wish to break the chrysalis.
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8 Reviews Added on June 28, 2015 Last Updated on June 28, 2015 AuthorJohn Alexander McFadyenBrixworth, England, United KingdomAboutWell, have a long and complicated story and started it as an autobiography on Bebo but got writer's block/memory fogging. People liked it though and kept asking for the next chapter! fools.. more..Writing
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