I look straight in the mirror,
I smile with the thought of being kissed by shakira,
All I can do is let my mind feel her,
Until the girl am with is bila.
The thought of I cheating excites me,
Its like in our relationship we are never two but three,
I get to have another girl for free,
Sharing with you your love tree.
Don’t confuse me smiling at you,
It might be her thought that comes through,
Her love that is true,
Her romance that drunken me like brew.
She’s my each second thought,
She takes me drinking a lot,
She’s loves when we flush down a tot,
She’s always fast to undress like bolt.
You might be reading this and maybe getting your sugar level high,
You might be cursing the thought of me in your thighs,
You might want to hung yourself with a tie,
But this poem is just my little lie.
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