dear tummy, forgive me
yet for one and more to reasons,
for the butterflies you get,
and such frenzy in moments
I swear
it's not my fault, but her, daughter of Eve
who laughing said
'dearest I like thy style'
dear heart, forbear,
when she lays unkindness upon thee
see, not evil in jealousy, nor envying be thy lot
I swear
she stole you-my heart,
when a tongue I was yet
and so
with a merry cheer was my pleasant Glee
ye eyes, cry out not
for she
did pin me down using only her eyes
her eyes, I swear
made me vulnerable
straight deep she looked
forgive me for letting thee see
it was her who said
that's okay to swing thy swine between my thighs
#Sufuria_chafu Ke
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