Fulfilled tempestuous complacent am I
Humble and calm with wandering eyes
Once hungry and starving for flesh of all man
Now filled to the gill satisfaction at hand
And why do I ask did the others fail at their quest
Challenge seekers were they puffing out male chest
Shall I blame myself maybe so they had failed
Beneath the sheets in the bedroom zero nailed
So coarse to say for a lady like me
But to harbor the truth is best to set it free
So many are easy to please in this life
I do will you marry and make me your wife
But for others I say there is a bit more
Lady on your arm in bedroom a mere hore
To marry or not to love or to like
Sex is the same just like riding a bike
To marry for love without all the rest
Carry on my man put someone else to the test
For me there’s much more than to say I do
Be prepared for a change or bid me adiau.
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