Never should’ve
touched it,
never saw it,
never used it
Oh, how I wish
I never held it,
never had it,
never felt it.
If I had a genie,
I’d rub the bottle,
wishing to be a virgin
again, innocent as the day
I was introduced
to sex as a sin,
back when
my temptations
were caged in fear.
I’d wish someone
had thrown away
the key because
since I’ve been
free… ‘Sigh.’