You look so perfect on the outside
The contour of your green pulchritude
Makes me reach for you putting all aside
For elegance will be the taste of your attitude.
Your skin is smooth as my morning mirror
Good breakfast or great dinner I don't care
As long as you in me quenches the hollow
That lust and love dug together as fat Hare.
Alas! You don't taste as you look on the outside
At the bite of you my eyes are covered in tears
I'm attracted to what I see on your ripe outside
But on the inside you are all my being ever fears.
You make me sick and blue,
Forgive me if I vomit you.
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