She makes love in open
She makes love in open.
Like pornos that expose
Everything, all the holes
As a poet, Well-thinking!
She flirts with the words.
When she uses “Fickle”
You want to kiss her lip
She’s sexy, she’s lovely
I cursed her; with envy.
You bastard and shameless!
Wrongly I used that phrase.
Have you seen the Muslim?
They pray with heads low
They seek help from Allah.
I bow low; touch your feet,
Please forgive; yes forgive.
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