I am a devil poet
I can not compose beauty of your breasts
I see your breasts are much larger
than God's sky
Open your closed door
I shall be a butterfly to taste your honey
You know, waves of ocean dance
When moon smiles
Your breasts will release wine
When my hands will crawl
through your cleavage.
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