I Am The Virgin Poem by Shernay Belt

I am the virgin
My belt wears the buckles of purity
And embraces my waist, tightly
My lips, although naked, bares no kiss
Soft, although broken to touch
My heart exposes no wounds
No pain afflicted, bliss marries me
Body is a closed temple
Fresh smell
Open houses permitted
Through the bands of matrimony
Blood will have blood
But my blood has not shed
Fruit has not been ripped from
The delicacy of the leaves
At the expense of the trunk, shaft
Temptation wraps around my body
Under my nose
Like warm blankets to an ice storm
Like fresh flowers in decaying flesh
Hands touch places that succumb
To my yearnings, longings
Whites my eyes
Bites my lips
Tests my water until it releases
I am the virgin