Discovered
The perfect element of surprise
A breath of fresh air
I like you
You are a delectable attraction to my interest
You Love me not my poetry
You use poetry to camouflage the truth
You feed me not to fill my passion for edible pleasures
You feed me to fluff the shell
You write to me not out of desire to excel poetically
But to put me under your spell
And intoxicate me with flattery
I know you not trying to marry me
Because you already got a wifey
And you bout to be fifty
But you do want a baby
That you want me to carry
Surrogately!
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