The Forbidden Virgin

She lays on the leather couch with scarlet ribbons flowing down her slit throat, her heaving breasts were still panting for some love and care before she adored death. But noone cameforth for her, she was still bleeding even after her heart stopped pounding in her naive breasts. She lay still and cold in the puddle of crimson bliss untill anybody found her corpse among her volatile spirit. The day before she was just a naive girl..jovial and full of laughter and life...but underneath laid a tormented young lass, who compelled her to give up the journey called life. She wanted to feel the pain and comfort of slow death...Though feedbly she still searched a reason to live, the reason that would rejuvinate her, but, noone allowed her to do so, she was pushed into the gutter of dilemma and nuisance. She spent nights with her lover by her side, who loved her body not her soul---her soul remained untouched. Nobody could comfort her from her ailing pain, she was alone yet surrounded by wellwishers and friends...