Plum, dark like an african berry
A stare from her lovely face
Is enough to bring a stir in my *****
And thoughts of Lustful adventure.

Slim, tall and fair like a golden melon
Beautiful like an Egyptian goddess.
Dreams about her makes the heart skip
The love we want and would never have.

Just the shape that I want and need
The thoughts of her body keeps me awake at night
Constantly she creeps in my thoughts.
Gingerly she awaits my summon of love.

Beautiful, cute, lovely like a princess
She is the one tied to my heart.
She is the one I needed and got,
The love of my life.

Can a man share his love to 4 women?
Is it lust, boredom or curiosity?
Is it nature playing a prank in me?
Or should I just play along with the flow.