When Looking
I see a woman - functions limited.
I look in the mirror and see a man - functions are even more limited.
I see children playing - no functions
And no limitations.
What a world to be alive in!
One in a million
The temptress... She is always dressed in red, Pale skin, juicy leaps, fine breasts That kind that they call le famme fatale, Woman worth to die for, I'd say many have fallen Few remain And her venom is like of a black widow spider Deadly and numbing, such is her love _____________________________________________________ Help me earn a living helping you earn a living as a poet/poetess buy a subscription or join the FREE discord: https://whop.com/prockstem/
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