Wives
I need her,
Her lips that show up the blossoms,
so much I pinch her bottoms.
Her hair more soft than corn silk,
and her dark nipples leaking milk.
Her happy sport I am proud of,
she flies to score like a raptor.
Her keenness is studious,
I taught her to obliterate struthious.
Her comedy and drama,
she'll make a very proud mama.
Her castle in the desert,
I'll gaze at her sheer skirt.
Her Eastern wisdom,
knowing so well she rules her own kingdom.
Her skilled parle with me,
used cleverly over tea.
That partly is what they mean to me.
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