A poem to the harlot of bondo

Anyango,
My sweetheart,
I am horny and my underwear has a crack.
Do you glitter like this in the dark!
Or you're beautiful because I am drunk?

Look at you hair.... your dress!
You have things that my fingers should press.
You suddenly have legs that impress.
I am suffering and I want you to undress

In the morning I saw you with pimples,
right now I'm seeing you with dimples.
Your breasts are the size of watermelons.
Are these your buttocks or I'm seeing my own demons?

Anyango,
My sweetheart,
I will make you my wife if you want.
If you shelter my center tonight.
Shall you drift your thighs apart!
So that I see what you hide in your pant?

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