A Fugitive Portrait in Verse of the Pure and the DepravedThe maiden who's lovely and fair
is like a flow'r blooming afresh,
even when no sunshine's o'er there.
In the spirit and in the flesh,
so beautiful beyond compare,
she's young and sweet and looks so fresh.
With innocence so hard to find,
she's rare and does not give consent;
but with her smile and trust so blind,
she stirs his restless discontent.
With glances that betray her mind,
she befriends him as if they're meant.
Her beauty, though, inspires his lust;
a lust that resists self-control,
but control, though, he really must:
for this maid who's still pure and whole
must not feel his hard, phallic thrusts;
the thrusts of a depraved, dark soul!
Poetry by Ngoc Nguyen
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Written on 2018-05-29 at 17:29
Tags Phallic  Depraved  Pure
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