Woman 9

Oh my dream woman, express yourself
Appear before me with your form
Your voice is sweeter than honey
I am sure wine will flow from your body.

Dear devil poet
I will free your sex pain
If you can built an idol for me
How can I do that
Only your God can built it
I know on poetry to defame your God.

With love God created this earth
When you love me
I shall become a woman to love you.

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