The Virgins' Dilemma

Stranded across a horses' saddle,
Untouched by the dirt post cradle

She walks around with an air of a fool,
Lads whistle, Men cripple, oldies drool.

Oh! how they watch a virgin goddess,
each eye has lust, each heart has rawness.

She dreams of a prince in a toad,
unknown with life's' girth and goad

She has it all, what all she could ever call,
yet there is a dilemma, she doesn't wanna fall

She craves' for unknown shadows of night,
Yet the mornings bring the senses with might.

She fights with unknown fears, the lonely nights
the shouting tribes and hurling spears.

Every story she has ever heard,
every fear she found absurd.

None can tell whats this enigma,
its' for her to suffer, it's a virgins dilemma.