I beseech you men with wives at home,
And girlfriend littered round your cubicle.
It's high time you stopped opening the gutters you can a mouth,
Professing your vilery of whorishness to ladies fit for your daughters at home.
I wished your senses wouldn't go to sleep at the cheap sight of women endowed.
The time is nigh to do what is just,
And stop philandering with women you know not.
Leave these maidens for young blood to feast.
Lest, your daughters become prey for likely beast.
Look further, and zip those damn trousers up.
We are everything beautiful,
But nay, your cumbags.
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We are definitely everything beautiful. If this got you pissed, my apologies. Click that star, let's get this interactive.
All my love,
Iyanuoluwa.
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