virgin

The power of weakness has burned in my heart. I yearn to beat this. I learned apart from the apple tree of satan, or George of honesty. Auntie Martha gave me an apple- I love you so much more. Before I adored him. My father must stop being relentless. And relax his penis in my hole. Perish the thought if ever so bold. And if I am lucky to grow old I will be safe in his arms and a story unfolds, one a damsel who will save herself one day I'm not sure how quite yet. The moral to the story is I'm not like a virgin.