My blanket of love
You are very soft and fluffy like fur
Very close to me that nothing is between us,
Not even air
What is a poem?
The words may be sweet,
Unlike water they still leave you thirst.
The vocabulary river is deep,
Chastity is the beauty of an African girl
Well guard and preserved for marriage to such gentle male
Even if it was worth a price,
Her mother's advice says never throw it easy like a dice
Who are you?
You may ask.
Who I am does not matter
Because who I am is what I am