Go away
Hey you girl
What are you, a wild cat with short tail and round face on the rocks in mountain?
I am caught not in palm but by eyes; mesmerized.
Look at nose, round, well-built;
I cannot explain.
Curly hair, sort of brown, which I want...
Let me put my hand in for combing.
When you look you stare, hypnotize; I become powerless
Lose my sense but praise; ‘surrender'
Will you please give permit?
I put lips on your mold, upper lip
It's of bees'
Then my tongue in your hive
Close your eyes
Turn around and go off
Take away eyebrows
I'm going crazy...in trance...
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