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A Poem

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Oh, Oh, Oh, dear Asha, what a fortunate
Thundering it is to be with you, you are
My oatmeal of attraction, big in all the
Right places and soft and smooth everywhere.
You’re not my maid and that’s what attracts
Me about you — our relationship isn’t optimal
(You still let other boys slip between your thighs)
But you do laugh at a joke and smile at a flower.
Forgive me for being so lustful for your verdant
Territories: your lips, your pussy, your ass. I would
Pay a mint to have you belong to me but then the
Charm you possess might slip away like how wet
Our juices make the bed. I want to hang our love
On a pricey hook and show the world it’s you I desire!