Is this my punishment?
The curse of the harpy?
Shame on the whore deflowered too soon
No, my life had been unwillingly fucked out of me
Only God would have it where it doesn't matter which one
Unable to feel, will I ever cum again?
Saints above, may I ever feel love's encapsulating touch?
Eager I wait, for someone to hold me as I am
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Mary Magdalene
PoetryMy personal collection of original poems that may encapsulate a feminine aura. Covering themes of girlhood, motherhood, depression, sexual abuse, beauty, and the many disparities of womanhood.
