Damsel In Distress - Poem by Peace Ogosime
O damsel in distress,
a boy of yesterday is here,
with a finger i pull off your dress,
lovers cry is what they will hear.
Your soul you deliver for love,
and from you i get my first lesson,
but wit a touch from me u'll move,
take advantage of me, for this is ur season.
Your ruddy lips has made me enjoy indicent heaven,
your adolesent breast has brought satisfaction to my hands.
Damsels are waitin 'O fair maiden, '
involve and stop playin with sand.
Enjoy me now that u can see me,
for in your dream i might not be.
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