A Virgin
She was a virgin and,
Between her legs came something sweet;
She was a virgin and,
Out of her breasts came something attractive;
She was a virgin and,
Out of her body came something lovely;
She was a virgin and,
Out of her lips came something romantic;
Like her olive grove of love.
I have heard it said of you and,
Your sweet aroma makes me sleep all day;
For you have the great tree of love around you.
I will be by you always my sweet one,
And the laws of my peace is the laws of your love;
For you are like a call out of the midst of the cloud.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Virgin Island
What do you want to do for love oh Virgin Island?
Tell me if you are alone and i will visit you;
For i really have a message for you oh Virgin Island.
Hold on to your virginity till you reach the peak of marriage,
For i am yours and you are mine;
And of your lovely and watery love like the ice-cream,
And down to your rivers with the windfall's light.
You are honourable among the lovers and,
You are the sweet Virgin Island of love;
But do tell me if you are lonely and,
I will be there for you like the mid summer's night.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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For Sale
Gossip travels faster than you think,
But the case of this event is for your love!
And like virgin girls for sale.
Virgin girls for for sale,
And beyond the glass-wall of love to teach us;
But in the Month of Nisan i will remember the day of old.
A gaint-size egg!
And of the virgin girls put up for sale! !
But our sweet memories will last forever.
Shiny and new,
For it is set to vibrate;
But her last boyfriend played drums with her!
And today we have the virgin girls being put out for sale.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Power Rangers Ninja Virgin
Oh Power Rangers
Oh Ninja Virgin
Let's go!
Sin in the wind
Go!
Rock your body like thunder
Oh Power Rangers
Oh Ninja Virgin
Let's go
Power Rangers
Oh Ninja Virgin
Let's go
The call is on
Their sweetness is cumming on strong
They'll do it in any kind of weather
Never say no
Ninja Virgin
Let's do it together
The arousal will grow
Go! Cum on! Let's go!
Power Rangers Virgin Go!
Power Rangers Ninja Virgin
Got me growing
It's growing!
Oh baby it's growing!
Go Power Rangers
Go Ninja Virgin
Let's go!
Sin in the wind
Go!
Rock your body like thunder
Oh Power Rangers
Oh Ninja Virgin
Let's go
Power Rangers
Oh Ninja Virgin
Let's go!
Oh Power Rangers
Oh Ninja Virgin
Let's go
Power Rangers
Oh Ninja Virgin
Let's go!
poem by Ramona Thompson
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Virgin's Dew
Virgin's dew reminds me of you
bathing in bond of lover's hue.
Virgin's dew, Le juste milieu:
when we're
'Here',
en France;
solving the green, red and gold.
Virgin's dew chains me to you;
'mordial mortal matrix,
duplicitous double helix:
alchemic sol et lune.
Virgin's dew tries me too...
how I put up with your husband and
all of his pitifully-insignificant whinings of
something which mercifully escapes me right now.
But virgin's dew endears me to virtue;
that giggling little girl I woke up with,
frolicking unashamed
in the mouth of our naked morning star.
Virgin's dew, my babe of the Babylon blue.
So 'deuscing and delicate, inspirate you:
Slut and my Savior;
'suaging, sagely screw.
Virgin's dew smells like you
sweating magic tears of pheromone
in the light of God's very own breath.
And virgin's dew fuels fantasies of you
when I'm all by my lonesome,
in sublimest, finest fucking form I
cannot help but possibly think of you.
Virgin's dew, my tailored taste of taboo:
kissing Rose Crosses with a feather of silk
on this begging body when I'm all tied-up.
Yes, virgin's dew still reminds me of you
when I'm not quite finished here yet;
savoring enigmatic, idiosyncratic,
mmm... samadhic you.
Virgin's dew, my confessor & confidant who
calls on God with my feeble name of something less;
I am not worthy of you.
Virgin's dew, so becuming of you:
my None and 0nly;
I Adore You.
Virgin's dew, how ever I love you too:
with every aching ounce of
my sun and bonum;
this day am I hopelessly devoted to you.
R andy Resh 1999
poem by Randy Resh
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Surprise, Surprise
Sweet as the smell of success
Her body's warm and wet
She gets me through this god awful lonliness
A natural high butterfly oh i,
I need, need, need her
Just like a willow tree
A breath of spring you see
And oh boy you don't know what she do to me
She makes me sweat and forget who i am
I need, need, need, need her
Well i was wondering how long this could go on, on and on
Well i thought i could never be surprised
But could it be that i bit my own tongue
Oh yeah, it's so hard to swallow when you're wrong
A bird of paradise
The sunrise in her eyes
God only knows such a sweet surprise
I was blind she blew my mind think that i
I love, love, love, love, love her
I love her, i love her, i love her, i love her
Sweet sweet, sweet sweet love
Sweet sweet, sweet sweet love
Sweet sweet, sweet sweet love
Sweet sweet, sweet sweet love
Sweet sweet, sweet sweet love
song performed by by Lennon John
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27th January
The secret of your great strength,
The secret of your great love,
The secret of your great romance,
And like the seven braids of my head;
But to Edward the son of Louis i will write out my mind.
She fell in love and he fell in love,
And in the valley of romance they spent the night;
For he was a mighty man of valour!
To the plain of love and to the plain of aroma,
To the plain of passion and to the plain of romance,
And to wander on the hills of unity to see afar;
But she was a virgin with the muse of Mozart.
The bay of love and the muse of love,
To bewail her virginity in the name of peace;
And with 27th January to fulfil her dreams,
But the muse of marriage came into force.
Morrow, narrow, arrow, sparrow, borrow;
And like a message skin deep!
But she was a special treasure to him.
A cow, a bull, a lamb, a goat;
She was a virgin and he made love with her;
But she was very special to him.
Take up a work in the garden of love and go down deep!
And be joyful in the city of love;
For the swarm of the bees and honey are like,
The sweet songs of love heard on 27th January.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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My Virgin Daughter
Take my virgin daughter and marry her,
And make love to her all day till she concieves;
For she is all that i have for you.
Her hands is on her threshold of love and,
She is waiting for you to come in;
So take my virgin daughter and marry her,
For she is all that i have for you.
Spread your wings of love to cover her nakedness,
And share her aroma of love all night long;
For she is all that i have for you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Virgin Love
Virgin Love
By: Adam M. Snow
My first time loving heart;
I knew it from the start;
thus be a dream;
to let all sparkle and gleam.
If only thou knew my love;
was truly sent from above;
would I be here right now;
speaking a virgin's love vow?
How great is thy passion?
It pierces thee with fashion;
like a spear called lovers woe;
for I feel it's gentle flow.
Thus be a wish upon a star;
for I know who thou are.
Tis be but a virgin love;
sent from heaven like a dove.
Thus this be a lover's birth;
no money can equal its worth.
Thus it blooms gently like a rose;
and yet preciously it grows.
I have great affection;
for that girl in the moonlight reflection.
I am but a man unspoken;
with love never broken.
poem by Adam M. Snow
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Nana Ama
Where is the man who disvirgined you?
Did he married you? !
Then be very patience on this love and,
Let me marry you.
You are not a virgin but,
You feel higher than the stars!
But the Bible says we should marry a virgin.
I want to take you in,
I want to love you an dmarry you;
So be very patience on this love.
Please calm down and learn from the truth,
For no one is perfect in this world;
We all do make mistakes but,
We all have to learn from them too.
Nana Ama, you need your past to make you grow for the better;
Nana Ama, your fomer man used you and dumped you;
But i am here to take up to the true maintenance of your love.
Come on my love,
Come on my sweet one;
For today you have a person like me to take care of you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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To control women
Goddess Athena is a virgin.
Mother Mary is a virgin.
Virgin state inspires your cults,
Your pride and your merits.
Virginity is a social invention
Designed by men to control women.
21.04.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Queen Mother
Oh my 'Queen Mother',
How sweet are your breasts as i do see them?
For they are swollen up with love and,
Very attractive for the eyes and the hands to touch them;
But i am the one who want to love you the more!
I fell once and i have learnt my lessons well,
So stop crying and let me care for you;
Because the rainbow had already heard your message of love!
And i will do the rest if you just sleep on my laps.
Your breasts are swollen up and very succulent!
And you are now a matured lady and,
I will press very close to the walls of your love;
For what is sweet are in your breasts and,
What is loveable are on your lips.
I will hold you tight all night long my 'Queen Mother';
For the night is cold i want your sweet love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Cantiga de Santa Maria No. 194
Just as the name of the Virgin is beautiful to the virtuous,
so against evil doers it is mighty and fearful.
Concerning this, a miracle happened in the land of Catalonia to a minstrel who sang well, with grace and ease, earning a good living, he came to lodge in the house of a greedy knight
Just as the name of the Virgin is beautiful to the virtuous,
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who gave him all that he needed that night. However, that base and avaricious knight began to covet so greatly the donkey and clothes belonging to that minstrel that he ordered one of his men, evil and cruel,
Just as the name of the Virgin is beautiful to the virtuous,
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to go with another of his group and waylay him in a hidden place in the mountains. The man did so gladly, for it was a favorite pastime of his, and I assure you, he was always eager to do dastardly deeds.
Just as the name of the Virgin is beautiful to the virtuous,
…
He took a companion of the same ilk with him. The next morning the minstrel took leave of the knight, and, as soon as he was on his way and they saw him travelling all alone, those two caught him in a steep and rocky place.
Just as the name of the Virgin is beautiful to the virtuous,
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They dragged him far off the road and did not leave him anything of what he was carrying. Then they decided between them to cut off his head, but neither the Virgin nor Her glorious Son would permit it.
Just as the name of the Virgin is beautiful to the virtuous,
…
While the two were arguing over which one would kill him, they cast lots to see who would go first, but Holy Mary would not allow such a deed to be carried out, for the minstrel cried out loudly: "Mother of the merciful King
Just as the name of the Virgin is beautiful to the virtuous,
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do not let them kill me, defend me without delay." They, when they heard this, began to run away and lost all feeling in their bodies at that moment so that they could not speak. The minstrel who had been robbed
Just as the name of the Virgin is beautiful to the virtuous,
…
of all he had possessed when he saw that they were in that state, staring at each other and not speaking between themselves, took all his belongings and went away and they remained in great fear of death
Just as the name of the Virgin is beautiful to the virtuous,
…
No one had ever heard tell of such a marvelous miracle that uttering the name of the Virgin might cause a man to feel nothing in his body. However, the prophet said long ago that Her name was as terrible as a mighty army.
Just as the name of the Virgin / is beautiful to the virtuous,
…
The minstrel went on his way, giving joyful praise to the glorious Virgin, salvation of sinners. All who heard of this, both great and small, considered it a noble and merciful miracle.
poem by Alfonso X the Wise
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Virgin Lights
Virgin lights, the warm sea gone
Dialectical Materialism in the lions mane
Smooth virgin scales
The earth parleys with the fallen
See Venus bright
Pray at the western wall
Iconic death
Children listen to the crickets
Night thick as the roused frontier
Your love is weak like a raised flag
Your love is strong and I feel it
Thank you for your prayers
Virgin lights ascend like serene cherubim
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Sweeter Than Wine
The Almond flowers,
With buds and blossoms from my lover;
How sweet is the entrance of your tent?
Braided chains of pure gold,
The apple of your sweetest love;
With pure incense of sweet spices.
On one branch,
On one's love,
With buds and blossoms from her taste;
An Olive Oil from her light to share with you like,
That of her skills and abilities.
Your sweet love crowns the night,
In the midst of her mountains with love;
This is my deisre towards her.
Her love is sweeter than wine,
See how her breasts feed among the Lilies;
Of the Almond flowers,
Refresh me with your sweet apples my love;
You are so beautiful among women my love,
Your sweet aroma of the Almond flowers fills my soul.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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A Ghanaian Woman
I see you but not now,
I behold you but not near,
For i am a Ghanaian woman on the verge of your love;
So let me come to you with my sweet love.
Maybe you are very far from home with another lover,
And of the beauty of her flowers which is wet always;
but i will rise up early in the morning to seek for you.
I cannot sleep alone without you,
So do saddle your donkey and come to me;
And do not be promiscuous before we get married!
Because i am a virgin waiting in the forest of love,
So come and hold me my sweet lover.
It is about life after the flood and,
Of the pride that leads to war;
But you want real gold then,
Go and dig up the dried up Rivers of Pishon and Gihon!
And i will be waiting for you with my love.
Mind you,
Lawlessness leads to war!
But i will still come to you with my sweet love,
And i will be the sunshine and rain beside you always.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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A Young Man Marries A Virgin
The bridegroom rejoices with the bride as,
A young man marries a virgin;
And you will be married to me becaue of the delight of your love.
Instead of bronze, i will bring you gold for your love;
Instead of iron, i will bring you silver for your love;
Instead of ordinary stones, i will bring you precious stones for your love;
Ans as a young man marries a virgin,
Because the truth is all noted very well in the village of love and peace!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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All I Need Is........
All i need is the food that i eat and to love you,
All i need is the room that i sleep in and to love you,
All i need is the air that i breath and to love you,
All i need is the water that i bath and to love you,
All i need is the fish that i eat and to love you,
All i need is the letter that i am writing and to love you,
All i need is the meat that i eat and to love you,
All i need is the tea that i drink and to love you,
All i need is the river that i swim in and to love you,
All i need is the seed that i plant and to love you,
All i need is the bed that i use and to love you,
All i need is the water that flows beside me and to love,
All i need is the bed of roses and to love you,
All i need is the garden of love and to love you,
All i need is your valley of love and to love,
All i need is the kiss of your lips and to love you,
All i need is the peace around you and to love you,
All i need is the care that is around you and to love you,
All i need is the muse of your love and to love you,
All i need is the rainbow up high in the sky and to love you,
All i need is the deep blue sea and to love you,
All i need is a well laid bed and to love you,
All i need is a lovely boat and to love you,
All i need is the romance of your body and to love you,
All i need is the nakedness of your body and to love,
All i need is the sweet blues of your love and to love you,
All i need is the sweet songs from the birds and to love you,
For life is all about the true love around us.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Costard: This was no damsel, neither, sir; she was a virgin.
Ferdinand: It is so varied, too; for it was proclaimed 'virgin.'
Costard: If it were, I deny her virginity: I was taken with a maid.
line from Love's Labour's Lost, script by William Shakespeare (1598)
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
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The Mincer
Health-food faggot with a bartered bride
Likes to comb his hair with a dipper ride
Once had a friend with a cloven foot
Once he called the tune in a chequered quit
Great Deceiver
In the door on the floor in a paper bag
There's a shoe-shine boy with a gin-shop slag
She raised him up and she called him son
And she canonised the ground that he walked upon
Great Deceiver
Cigarettes, ice cream, figurines of the Virgin Mary
Cigarettes, ice cream, figurines of the Virgin Mary
Cigarettes, ice cream, cadillacs blue jeans
In the night he's a star in the Milky Way
He's a man of the world by the light of day
A golden smile and a proposition
And the breath of God smells of sweet sedition
Great Deceiver
Sing hymns make love get high fall dead
He'll bring his perfume to your bed
He'll charm your life 'til the cold winds blow
Then he'll sell your dreams to a picture show
Cigarettes, ice cream, figurines of the Virgin Mary
Cigarettes, ice cream, figurines of the Virgin Mary
Cadillacs, blue jeans, dixieland playing on the ferry
Cadillacs, blues jeans, drop a glass full of antique sherry
song performed by by King Crimson
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Blessed Mary, Ever Virgin, Mother of Jesus Christ
She bore a baby boy named Immanuel,
While just a virgin, as told by Gabriel;
Her heart was filled by fear when came angel,
But love for God and obedience, real!
She bore the Son of God for sake of world,
And sacrificed Him for sinners, on Cross!
His passion, suffering turned her heart so cold;
The handmaiden of Lord, yet, bore the loss!
The virgin young surrendered to God’s plan!
Her decision was own, out of free will;
Through her, the Word of God became a man!
Among women, blessed, her name stands still!
Oh, what a way so great to serve the Lord!
Her love of God was more than for the world!
The grace of God preserved her soul some way;
Immaculate and virgin ev’r, she stays!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 21-11-2011
poem by John Celes
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