I know that her hair is a wig;
I know that her smile is a fake one;
I know that she is in make up
Yet I get aroused by her.
She pretends love
That I know and that still lures me.
Be she a whore,
I will not care
If she meets my lust.
25.07.2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this one; very unique. Pretty humorous at first. Good Job. : : Vanessa: :