There is sweetness and glamour
Furnished on your lips that taste
Like honey. Your tenderness is corrupt
That I have known your wine to calm
Me in my life. You are difficult to understand
And hard to please. You dislike one and love
Another that never satisfies you in life.
You hunger for love that despoils you
Becoming more disorganised in your life.
You have hated me whom has been in search
Of your tender love jewels.
You have decorated your face with lipstick and smeared
Your self with perfume as your need to attract me
To your bedchambers which have seen plentiful a men
Your pleasure is my torment being uneasy to love me
No man has satisfied you and you have an insatiable
Desire to find plentiful of fruit in your storehouses of food.
You hold no man as a genuine gift of love
Your love is like falling rain from the heavens.
You are guilty of your sex and me too.
You like exposing yourself in public
Your beauty can't restore peace of the world
Your beauty is a treasure trove of love
There are many gifts to your name to offer men
Goodness and mercy are all yours.
You hunger and thirst for love
That spreads throughout the world.
You like giving less and receiving more
Take your love to the altar of love.
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I felt like I was transported back to a simpler time. Like I was in the middle ages or something like that. It was an enthralling and interesting write. Thank you for sharing.
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