Madam lives within herself,
With luxury and leisure
With comfort and care
Similar to a snail.
Madam loves to sleep
For long lazy hours,
Keeping her man waiting
From miles away to have
A balmy voice or brief talk.
Her man laments and confesses
Madam lacks the emotion in her
And the commitment that ignite
The mind to deepen mutual love.
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