The young girls first rut grinds gods art into raw meat
We try to stop her never helping
Acting prudish for cultures sake
Desire and shame shape her future
Duality forced on a fragile frame
A life of confliction before her
Your reticence wholly to blame
Sep 22, 2016
Sep 22, 2016 at 7:07 PM UTC
The young girls first rut grinds gods art into raw meat
We try to stop her never helping
Acting prudish for cultures sake
Desire and shame shape her future
Duality forced on a fragile frame
A life of confliction before her
Your reticence wholly to blame
The question of "didn't your mother teach you" too often is answered by "why do men think that?" Well we had to learn on our own, I guess we don't know any better or maybe we just intrinsically feel that's the way its supposed to be.
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