Forgotten Woman

She is the forgotten woman stranded on the sexual sidelines her demeanour keeps her there crafted by bitchiness and bullying it stops her feeling human the only release is to pleasure herself dreaming of what it’s like to let go to feel a writhing, twisting body on top filling her with passion passion she longs to reciprocate if only society would accept her just for one day as a living, breathing, horny being she’d overcome that hurdle of doubt be able to tell men to fuck her like every woman should bring life to her soul instead of tears to her eyes she needs to deny acceptance that this is her design for life stop masturbating let the frustration begin to kill her then snare a man any man they’re all easy and then this tragedy will end and many more will begin.

 

a hymn to the virgin

OF on that is so fayr and bright Velut maris stella, Brighter than the day is light, Parens et puella: Ic crie to the, thou see to me, Levedy, preye thi Sone for me, Tam pia, That ic mote come to thee Maria. Al this world was for-lore Eva peccatrice, Tyl our Lord was y-bore De te genetrice. With ave it went away Thuster nyth and comz the day Salutis; The welle springeth ut of the, Virtutis. Levedy, flour of alle thing, Rose sine spina, Thu bere Jhesu, hevene king, Gratia divina: Of alle thu ber'st the pris, Levedy, quene of paradys Electa: Mayde milde, moder es Effecta.