At night, in the
meekness of the night
he, a sly hovers trough
the dark like thief
writing letters to
his lovers while
his wife slept.
he, a sly enjoy
his guilt who say
' I love you'
with passion
yet doesn't mean it,
he, a nymphomaniac
who particularly
enjoy woman with
large breast, he
watch their gait,
with such a recompense
covet, adultery
in his heart and mind
he commit
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