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I want a virgin

Fresh and unpolluted

Innocence so soulfully divine

One who sees everything in a new light

One who appreciates all my gestures

Be it miniscule or extravagant

One of whom every kiss

Is pleasantly spine tingling

One who would let me hold her hand

For the sheer pleasure of being with me

One who blushes when I say she's beautiful

And realizes the value of my efforts

One who has not been corrupted

By clichés and the passé

One who does not know how to pull strings

Or aim to control men like marionettes

Where the veil of concealment and lies

Do not corrupt nor taint us

Where honesty and trust are not second to fear

Yes I want a virgin... a true virgin of love.