Seduction at it’s best,
So many things I must suppress,
Strategic I cannot confess,
My silhouette,
& Perky breast.
They get lost in my oasis,
Idiosyncratic they can’t replace me,
My aroma so sweet they hungrily chase me,
Starving;
They wanna taste me.
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