Split
Im split now
Cut in half
No longer whole
Capable of carrying a seed
Since now I did the deed
I feel sore
and invinsible
at the same time
My body aches
with pain
and pleasure
I yearn for another taste
But fear the initial entrance
I'm afraid the pleasure will consume me
such powerful sparks flow deep with in
my second pair of lips
the ones that control my menstral cycle
I am split
Perferably between the legs
I can now store eggs
It's weird for me to grasp this concept
that I no longer bear the good girl grace
I fear this split
Yet I long for another drilling
I just hope that this split
doesn't become my undoing
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