Virgin girl force

From the spikes of  crime we all hails, jungle jackals. hydraulicking jackasses
Our  bloody thoughts scouted round the villainous view
That if a girls diminished in their strenght she in a pubertal  
When she frail she oldies
oxford garden glowing with gender grapefruit. Why I was so nutty.

My tenderness going wild eked those bullfighter at Sahara desert.
Got a thorns rounds my rosebud
My largesse going lean  no bread for lunches
Taken laid  back to  caravan , my beauty face no longer pack a punches

More than thirty two premolars could not break the bones
Bird of drones laid still on atomic stones
They made me Taoism with strange lingo I don't understand
They made me fight the aliens not arrayed for war.
The water won't sustained my eatery longing for water jar. Why staying here longing for?