I think the nympho woke back up

She was put at bay and told to stay

But she came out to play one day

One snuggle created a struggle

A cuddle turned to a puddle

Pulsations between the groin

The loins throbbed for more

Just one she swore

Two she tore off his shirt

Three the flirt

Four the squirt

Five to feel alive

Six for kicks

Seven feels like heaven...?

Eight it was great..?

Nine you’re fine...

Ten are they even men

This itch is a bitch

She swore she wasn’t a whore

But did she know more

No more she swore

Bleeding and itching

She feared the sneers

STD how many did she have to tell

Oh well it was just a hormone imbalance

An imbalance between the legs

Or an imbalance in the brain

What had she gained?

More stains to her soul

With what goal in mind