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!