Hands clamped, the journey is about to begin
There will be no way out, there will be no reparation
Focus set, this will journey is purely a sin
I looked in your eyes, it was filled with determination
Only you know the way, even though it’s your first time
You must guide me all the way, and ensure I stay on the wet part
Slowly and gently, you guided me through the wet narrow way
In a dark room, the pain you couldn’t sway away
You held me so close; your grip on me was tight
Your voice getting louder, even in the growing pain
Up and down we went, you know the way so well
The dark narrow path that leads to heaven will never take me to hell.
*this is a story of defloration.
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