| Her beauty,coming forth Like the bud of a flower Perched by men as do the Insects;ego boost as she Becomes the cynosure of All men.Becoming hard To get for some men and Easy for others when money Exchanges hands.Trading beauty! |
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| The ones that love are Thrown away for the ones That love the honey Between her thighs,striding Like colossus as if to suppose She is Miss World of our time Gaze of men cannot escape Her attention,being helped When money exchanges hands. Trading beauty! |
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| When age creeps in,pressure Mounts from far and near She has come of age for marriage But the honey lickers are nowhere To be found and the ones that Love have got married. Leave in the cold! Trading beauty? |
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