Virginity
It is said that you can only be a virgin once
I am not so sure.
For virginity may be more than physical
and may have to be measured
in emotional purity.
You can make a mistake
and squander that first time
with the wrong person
but does that mean that
virginity once squandered is lost forever?
I don't think so.
How many of us even
remember IT,
so tense that first-time experience?
Rather, I think
It like most things in life
relies on practice
to get it right.
Rather, I think that virginity can't be lost
on mere amateurs
who had no idea
of its' importance.
Rather, it depends on my frame of mind.
My virginity was not lost;
IT can only be given
and after several times
and after several mistakes
it is bestowed upon the one
I really loved.
and you know
I now know
the difference
because virginity
isn't given away
unless it releases
in the act
purity and true love.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Losing my virginity
The rhapsodically untainted leaves; lost their virginity to the tantalizingly draughts of the unstoppably ecstatic and beautifully silken breeze,
The indomitably ferocious Sun; lost its virginity to the evanescent beams of the spell bindingly eclectic and enchantingly blessed dawn,
The triumphantly fertile earth; lost its virginity to the plodding of the vibrantly obstreperous and intrusively adulterated footsteps,
The unassailably glorious mountain peak; lost its virginity to the sensuous wisps of the bountifully bestowing and celestially surreal clouds,
The stupendously undulating sea; lost its virginity to the shimmering sands of the poignantly titillating and handsomely maverick shores,
The magnanimously stupefying night; lost its virginity to the jubilant streaks of the sensuously untamed and inimitably unconquerable white lightening,
The melodiously gurgling throat; lost its virginity to the poignant streams of the irrefutably transparent and seductively slippery spit,
The astoundingly intricate veins; lost their virginity to the life-yielding rivulets of the ubiquitously crimson and blessedly sacrosanct blood,
The royally sculptured palms; lost their virginity to the inexplicable lines of enigmatically eclectic and inevitably mystical destiny lines,
The profoundly fantastic hill-slopes; lost their virginity to the exultating cascade of the blissfully ameliorating and victoriously frosty waterfall,
The altruistically barren paper; lost its virginity to the coherent embellishment of the enthusiastically fulminating and literately majestic sapphire ink,
The unbelievably rubicund lips; lost their virginity to the raging inferno of unstoppably fiery and fervently royal kisses,
The amazingly silver web; lost its virginity to the surreptitiously tingling impression of the unprecedentedly fast and multifariously talented spider,
The exuberantly blossoming rose; lost its virginity to the boisterous body of the rambunctiously raconteur and incessantly chattering bumble bee,
The exhilaratingly curved road; lost its virginity to the wanton cavalcade of the indefatigably buzzing and indiscriminately marauding vehicles,
The ebulliently robust cheeks; lost their virginity to the unabashed swirl of the incongruously unruly and uninhibitedly machismo beard,
The fabulously emollient grassblades; lost their virginity to the beauteous sprinkling of the eternally burgeoning and timelessly golden dewdrops,
The indispensably ardent nostrils; lost their virginity to the unrelenting festoon of the perennially blossoming and undyingly infallible breath,
The timelessly persevering armpits; lost their virginity to the righteous fountain of unflinchingly fragrant and philanthropically egalitarian sweat,
And I; lost my virginity not just for this birth; but for an infinite more births of mine yet to unfurl; to you and no other girl but you in this entire fathomlessly benign Universe; O! pricelessly immortal beloved…
poem by Nikhil Parekh
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Not a Magician
Give me back my virginity.
I've changed my mind,
I want it back!
You are no soul mate to me.
You tricked me into giving it up.
And I thought forever we would be.
But as soon as we were through...
You told me you had others to do!
That's nasty.
Give me back my virginity.
I want to search for someone else,
My virginity will please.
Someone who's not so quick...
To strip and get it over with.
Someone who likes it fresh.
And tells me I'm the best.
Someone who moans and sighs,
When in between my...
'Mrs. Brown?
MRS. BROWN! ? '
Yes?
Oh...
Yes, Doctor Smith.
'I can help you stop smoking if you wish.
It seems as though you have regressed.
Your issues with sex,
Must be discussed at other scheduled sessions! '
EXCUSE ME?
'I am a hypnotist, Mrs. Brown.
Not a magician!
I don't have those kinds of powers!
Not at these hourly rates! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Beginning Of Love
From the beginning of life a women was born with only her untouched virginity,
Gods gift to a women was the ability to love and protect her purity,
To yearn or dream about true love helps keep the heartbeat alive,
If a women allows her heart to be broken so many times true love can never be revived,
A pure man can only access a women’s love by using his sincere heart as a key,
When a man has proven to be genuine only he can unlock her virginity,
If the women believe in true love she will be protected from the temptations of other men,
When a women’s heart feels secure then her journey of longing for love has finally come to an end.
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poem by Jason Garraway
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Yasmin
To wonder on the hills and to bewail my virginity,
My name is Yasmin and i am lonely;
But love is too far from me.
I am living alone on a mountain top,
And this was the result after the war!
So i will be here in the hills to wail all day long for my virginity.
Love is all that i need and,
Do hope that one day i will find my lover;
For this mountain is so high for somebody to look for me.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Aroma Of Her Virginity
The aroma of her virginity
Was so strong
That the goddess
Of the virgins
In whose blessings
She was grooming
And the steaming youth
In the woods
And the goddess of perfumes
A friend of goddess of virginity
In secrete design
Asked the goddess
Of fresh breeze
To carry the smell
To the god of war
And the god of war
Riding his horse
Without knowing
Where the fresh breeze
Was taking him
The horse
Galloping like mad
In total submission
To her steaming youth
And her virginity
Lay his head down
And the goddess of cold breeze
Took her out
Total nude
And followed by
“Yellow butterflies”
Jumped the horse back
The god of war
And now god of manhood
And masculinity
The aphrodisiac
An outrageous thunder
Frantic movements
Making wonders
And dance of all gods
And goddesses
The horse on rapid gallop
Butterflies following
The heads and hearts of the two
Now in fusion in heavens
The bodies and the souls
Under the command of one god
The god of love
God of every one
The virginity lost
To the man for eternal existence
A thunder in the sky
And soft heavy rain
Pouring water
For the earth has now
And the goddess of fertility
Quenched its thirst
And the heavy rain
Watering seeds
For the next harvest
poem by Sadiqullah Khan
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Virginity Taker
I have finally found the right one
To have and to hold for all eternity
In sickness and in health
Until death do us part
I thought laying next to you that one night
Right before you took it form me that precious piece of gold
I'll never get back
The future looked bright
I thought we would never fight
I was up there for a week only for you
Just for you
So in love with you
You were the man of my world
The same one that tore it all apart
Made me what I am today
Just a whore
I use to hear whispers now they are more like screams
They remind me of my mistake
I have already taken the physical beaten
The emotional one is really not needed
I thought I learned my lesson
But the pain I felt was all to great
And that desire oh that desire
Was just too much for a barley 16 year old girl to take
I had no one to turn to
No family no friends
They all said I told you so
You asked how I was doing
And told me that you loved me
Well Kevin you took that
I didn’t give it to you
You took it from me
Coned a young girl
From her virginity
Stay away I don’t need you
And I have found some one else
Not out just for that
He’s out for me Not to be my
Virginity taker
poem by Mrs. Cynosure
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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)
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Virginity can be lost by a thought.
quote by St. Jerome
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Not Nearly As Painful
I remembered when I first had my virginity taken away.
It was a frightening experience.
And I was still in my mid-teens.
'You don't have to talk about it.
I can understand.
You still have 'issues' about dealing with it?
To have it happen like that is painful.'
Yeah...
My dad caught me the first time,
Sneaking out the window.
I had to convince him I was sleep walking.
And twice I fell off the ledge...
During the rain.
And landed into the bushes below my bedroom window.
Look...
I still have the scar on my arm from the second fall.
Ten stitches.
'So 'who' took your virginity? '
I forget her name.
But one night she forgot to chain her Doberman.
That's when I busted my kneecap.
I told my dad I fell out the window.
He took me to some doctor!
And guess what?
'What? '
It was the girls' father.
He had her picture on the desk in his office.
How about you?
What was yours like?
'Not nearly as painful! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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12, 13, you still lost your virginity. I don't care how old you were.
quote by Tavis Smiley
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I lost my virginity when I was 14. And I haven't been able to find it.
quote by David Duchovny
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Everson
You can say out whatever is in your mind and,
I am ready to listen to you;
Because i also want to learn from you as well,
And i am Everson on the side of this river.
I will cross over to reach out to you,
For your sea of love is closer to this river;
And this denotes your virginity and purity.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Long Tour
Found a lot to drink-
Found a lot to smoke-
Found a lot to pop-
and only a year to go.
Lost twenty pounds-
Lost my virginity-
Lost a stripe-
And only six months to go.
Lost another partner-
Lost faith in the machine-
Lost faith in me-
And now it's time to go.
Found out where I was goin'-
Found out what I was doin'-
Found out where I belong-
And another six months to go.
poem by John W. Fox
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Virginity
Be careful now and drink no wine or strong drink,
For you will conceive and bear a son soon;
But let me alone for two moons so that,
I may go and wander on the hills to bewail my virginity.
She was a virgin but,
What is sweeter than honey?
She was a woman and,
You have to take care of her before the sun goes down;
For you've used my heifer and her love and,
You should now allow me to go into my bride.
Of the bridal chamber of love and,
Of the muse of your history around the town;
And like hundred foxes tied tail to tail together,
But i may still go and wander to bewail my virginity.
Olive groves and the flame of love,
Have you seen what the Romans have made out of you? !
And they raised their voices and wept,
For you've used her and used my heifer.
Can i find honour in your eyes my love?
For you've saved my life on this love;
And of the sword and bow that laid beside you,
But prepare me a table and let me eat tonight.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Virginity Lost
By luminous light did life become
An adolescent child, a golden tint girl
Wrapped in linen of purple plum
Embroidered by the blue of earthly pearl
Born in the heart of a mother queen
Crowned by gold, the blood of pure
Serenity deem, the most serene child seen
A heart of woman, shy and demure
This woman never let her child go
Virgin her heart remained a girl
In her life, her virginity seamlessly show
Powerful virginity in her body unfurl
Beautiful woman, as rare as love true
The golden moon of sea, an idol ideal
Where in what are thee, wert art you?
Sublime and beauty, living and real
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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Woman is liberated
Marriage is no longer a must.
Chastity is no more a virtue.
Virginity is not to be a purity.
Infidelity is not held as cheat.
Having sex is like a friendship.
Man must reconcile to it
Else he is in jeopardy
02.10.2007.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Virgins dont do Evil.
Virgins don't do evil,
or so I've heard it said.
But wicked thoughts do virgins think,
theyre sinister in head.
Hide behind their innocence,
and you cant prove me wrong.
Not given in by consequence,
yet lost from feelings strong.
You lose that treasure it's to late,
forever pay the cost.
Virgins don't do evil,
till virginity is lost.
poem by Ken Bennight
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Virgin Ladies
Cry, laugh or sleep for the days ahead;
For it is better to limit your problems than to create more around,
But hold on to your virginity like Virginia State in the U.S.A.
This subject will arose your anxiety,
But don't be deceived to the facts on the ground;
Because we know the problems associated with promiscous sex.
Vibe of a groovy shade,
And like the dead end of life to many!
But what eluded the cat also eluded the mouse,
And the virgin ladies are like us with human comprehensions.
Cry, laugh or sleep for thge days ahead;
And why break up your virginity when you are too young to carry a baby?
For it better to marry than to burn up in promiscous sex!
And this is not like the panoply but of the reality of life as seen around.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Mary Long
Mary long is a hypocrite
She does all the things that she tells us not to do
Selling filth from a corner shop
And knitting patterns to the high street queue
She paints roses, even makes them smell good
And then she draws titties on the khazy wall
Drowns kittens just to get a thrill
And writes sermons in the sunday chronicle
How did you lose your virginity, mary long ?
When will you lose your stupidity, mary long ?
Mary told johnny not to write such trash
Said it was a waste of public money
She made a fuss, they made apologies
But everybody thought the show was funny
When the nation knew youd had children
It came as such a surprise
We really didnt know youd had it in you
How you did it we can only surmise
How did you lose your virginity, mary long ?
When will you lose your stupidity, mary long ?
Mary long, youre not alone
But youre a long way behind our times
What we do in full frontal view
Is more honest than your clean-up mind
What Im saying, mary long is
When you can spare a minute
Go find your friend the porny lord
Dig your self a hole and jump in it
How did you lose your virginity, mary long ?
When will you lose your stupidity, mary long ?
song performed by by Deep Purple
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