he was a perfect lover
for a woman like me
later I realised he was hiding
his Real face of feen
ego biting me every time
i dive deeper into his arms
they were safe place to me
where I run away from his blows
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part 2.
he was a perfect lover
for a woman like me
later I realised he was hiding
his Real face of feen
ego biting me every time
i dive deeper into his arms
they were safe place to me
where I run away from his blows