Sleeping Lady
For heavenly bliss-
Put lip on lip and
You get heavenly comfort
Pain of abdomen
Makes bar of way,
When you are on wrong port
If you shamelessness-
You are no more you
But you become unchaste
Dwelling together
Satisfaction comes
Makes you appropriate
O! Sleeping lady
Two flies on your breast;
What a good luck of fly!
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