at a crossroads

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oh, touch-starved virgin,
how you keen and beg,
such a tease–
ruby lips, coy smile–
oh, sex-addicted virgin,
broken moans in restroom stalls,
baby girl with your angel eyes.
oh, panic-driven virgin,
nightmares painted behind eyelids,
doubts driving you to walk away–
such a
tease–
wearing desperation like cheap perfume,
fear and abuse like
barbed wire just beneath your skin.
who hurt you, lily-white virgin?
who left you wanting
more?

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