Virginity is not an oppourtunity, it is a PRIDE.

The Keeper Of Hymen .


She is a golden egg laid by a heavenly dove,
A white satin cloth which can’t be stained,
A divine blessing just as the rain,
A boundary line to every male,
A straight line drawn by God.
She is a flower seen in the desert,
A golden stone which God preserved,
A heavenly pet right from time,
A plain mirror reflecting an angle,
A crown won by her husband,
A respect to womanhood.
At her teens and early twenties,
She keeps her thigh very tight,
She won’t let loose her precious tights,
Even if you prank she won’t slack.
She keeps her hymen at the bay,
With this her hymen she does not play,
This makes her glow every day,
Just like the glow of a lightning ray.

(C) HYBRID