Sir, you are so great a man.
I am not the only woman you man,
Though I may be the only woman
Who you prefer to hold uncommon,
And pour me love, so serene.
I couldn’t resist. Who can?
Yet, why should I squirm?
Why should my friends scorn?
Yes, lust has viper eyes,
And when deprived, generates jealousy.
22.05.2001, Pamdi
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