A Sorta Virginity Poem

Inexperienced.

Innocent.

Prudish.

Naive.

A virgin.

At least that’s what the stigma seems to be.

Does this mean those descriptions are unflattering, no.

But why are these adjectives so…shamed?

A virgin can be just as “experienced” as the next girl or boy.

As a virgin, I can wrap you up in the wonders of my mind

and have you enchanted before I wrap you up in my bed sheets.

I can have you tremble from the innocence of my touch

and the consciousness of knowing they’ve never danced below the belt.

A virgin can turn you on from the intimacy of conversation without ever introducing you to the intimacy between their legs.

Virgins are not all the naive flowers they’re portrayed as.

Just because we have not opened our bodies, doesn’t mean we haven’t opened our minds.

What if for a minute, we thought of our minds as virgins?

What if we had to rely on only our minds for that connection between two people?

Would we still find that spark for laughter, that intensity of unity in the screaming silence?

Would you still be able to just be?

This is not meant to slander those who aren’t virgins.

Matter of fact, you are commended for prizing someone with a gift so grand.

I just hope the recipient unwrapped it with the best of care and just maybe saved the bow.

You are here to take those EXPERIENCED “virgins” who forget what it means to be genuine in life and open them to the classified vulnerabilities of your virginity.

You’re here to re-introduce them to a good conversation without an innuendo.

Help them remember what it is to laugh without faking it.

Spark back the light in their eyes that can’t be turned on by just a light switch.

You are here to help take the “virginity” of someone who may be a little “inexperienced.”