A Sinful Virgin by OforestnymphO

She is His daughter, she is His bride,
She wears hellish markings with pride.
A sinful virgin she is.
When He commands, she’s right on her knees.

She’s not what her century wants,
Her body is bound in tight knots.
Yet she knows what they seek,
And she wants to be pretty and slick,

But she’s nothing but boring and bleak
In their eyes. She is frigid and freak.
Yet her heart, it still burns with black fire.
Her curse is eternal exquisite desire.

She’s no need for the shallow,
So He keeps his bride in the shadow
To save her from ache and despair,
For the chosen to find her and care.