Woman 8

  I am a devil poet
I know not tradition and rules of game
When I am sick of sex
My blood boils, flows faster
I listen the groaning of sexy cat at midnight
I see a hungry elephant inside me
So I return to your cave
without following any tradition
You know, when I am hungry of sex
I do not know art of begging. 
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