Stemp Staimoss
She spoke herself as Goddess.
I am Mathamma Goddess to
The lute of lonely men.
I make divided couples,
That men shall suffer
And there loyalties are
Divided to make profit for me.
A whore underserving of love
Might I than be your concubine.
To smile and hug your wife
that she is ignorant of our
togetherness.
Copyright © Allan Terry | Year Posted 2022
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