The Woman
For years, she was waiting to be noticed
But this heart is so damn frigid
For the past keeps messing with my future
Like a cruel blade of torture
How I wish I could quench her longing
So those sultry lips could feel the bliss of rapture
But this poor heart keeps hoping
To, one day, tame the course of her nature
October 16, 2022
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