I wish I was a virgin once again
I wouldn’t want what I had never known
All innocence and trust regarding men,
It was not difficult to sleep alone.
I didn’t know what I was missing then,
And I was used to being on my own
There wasn’t yet a passion deep within,
For womanly desires had not yet grown.
Sometimes at night, when sleep eludes my soul
I think of you, remembering your touch
And wish that you were here, for me to hold
To quench the emptiness I feel so much.
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