Her genitalthe big "WHY" Oh! She's born of a ******. Her ******* a call to say"HI" Her voicea well to exploit from. And her physiquejust to have fun.
Her gender role, no one questions Even the feminists call for attention. She keeps these, term uncultured. She unseals these, term a ****.
Obviously, kissing is amazing. Foreplay, Hnnnnn! So appealing. Undoubtedly, *** is fascinating. With pain, how often she tries to fake the moan. She enjoys it much, now a curse.
He walks up to her and says "I love you." She believes him, he sounds so true. He lores her to bed_ already in her loo. When the stomach starts to push through, He says to hell with you.
Fifteen minutes of pleasure. Nine solid months in seizure. Some days in the hospital. A child without a paternal name. Isn't that fatal? Such of a child a *******. And the mother, a *****, who deserves not a ballad.
This poem simply depicts the vulnerability of the female gender and often they earn the blame game at every end of ****** displeasure to them