1. Cheer up my Friend (lauranelle 22 lines)
Up! up! cheer up my
friend
Yesterday was not the
end
you just learn to
transcend
you are my beautiful
friend
come out of the sad
feeling
why are you to them
kneeling
They'are your charm
stealing
It comes with simple
peeling
Sad thoughts are like
dark spots
Right now remove the
nasty dots
For sure you need a
great healing
Better feeling, comes
with peeling
why do you look so
glum?
what is the strange
scum!
come on! you aren't a
nerd
Oh! your heart is a
sweet bird
Listen to the throstle
yonder
Her melody is a great
wonder
It isn't really worth
to squander
Your life for
someone's blunder 20
Oh honey bee don't
lose the key
Embrace nectar with
glee! 22
2. Winter
Morning Ride ( sonnet)
I
set out to Bheemavaram on a foggy morning
It was still dark in the wee hours, I haven't seen crows
The potholes on the bumpy road are a warning
Through-out, the rugged landscape a big challenge throws
Sometimes too thick is the fearsome cloud of mist
A one-eyed truck sights, comes on to my motorcycle
Like a boulder the mist rolls on the road and hits my chest
Many a danger in the semi-darkness is likely to kill
The truck vanish't, schools, temples, cheered up mind
Here and there I saw the wonderful quaint villas
All run fast, backwards my childhood remind
My heart glows warm with quiet bougainvillas
The mist slowly melts, the temple bell rings The day grows bright as the church choir sings 14
3. Love on train - beginning ( Sonnet)
My world is just plain
Until I met her on the train
I saw her wicked curves
They have burned my nerves
Her body looked like sugarcane
Her looks have the feel of cocaine
She boarded the train at Bhopal
I guessed she was going to Nepal
The train reached the station at seven
She got in, looked like manna from the heaven
In Jhansi I climbed up the upper berth
And gazed down and found the angel on earth
I see her beauty in changing views
My train journey to Delhi continues 14
4. Love on Train - Continues (Sonnet)
The train at soft pace runs towards north
From the blouse her bulged bosom bursts forth
The train reached Agra I felt I swallowed Viagra
Her sexuality reminds me of Egyptian Cleopatra
Just after an hour the train stopped at Mathura,
I saw her black mascara in the flames of aurora
I cannot anything think or my eyes ever blink
For sure into the whirlpool of her beauty I sink
Her oblique looks like bullets never misfired
Many a time they have my heart pierced
In her jade eyes there is something weird
I wonder how her feminine energy steered
Her personality garnishes her sexuality
But I am afraid it tarnishes my personality. 14
5. Love on train Ends ( Sonnet)
Green, red colors swirl in the sky like rainbow
The rare spectacle brought us to the window
She spoke soft, tête-à-tête using love lingo
Her legs are
beautiful like that of flamingo
The sluggish train, on the bridge stopped again
We saw Yamuna river and forgot all the strain
We threw coins sitting side by side on footboard
We are absorbed in the fun but never got bored
Finally we reached Delhi she looked odd and smelly
She ran towards her hubby who stood with a baby
The train journey was a beauty pageant of past
She has forgotten everything and moved fast
I remember my wife in wait, she is no banality!
The train fantasy passed showing our mentality 14
6. December deluge (Lauranelle 22 lines)
A chance meeting with her in October
I remember, that I was still a floater
But she was sober and gave me her number
Is it true! I checked if I were in stupor 4
October is Hilight, I had the dream to get laid
I had no clue yearned for the future collide
But I’m afraid it’s a charade played by God
Because I trust my destiny is a bit skewed. 8
In November I remember many a damsel
whom I met had cast a huge romantic spell
All their faces formed a phantasmagoria!
like chain passed my mind what a euphoria!! 12
In the beginning it’s all a honey cascade
Passing time exposes the masquerade
Each damsel provoked takes a moral
Oh! Romance looked like an empty barrel 16
Each dream fizzles out what a pity!!
Real romance is a serendipity
the October damsel is a real beauty
She has more romance tha piety 20
She gave a date in December
The december deluge I remember 22
7.The Bridge ( sonnet)
The bridge is where I always hang
It's where the sweet love bells rang
It is where the wet primroses sang
And I forget the hunger pang
It is where the winds whisper
The azure sky seems crisper
It is where two hearts unwind
It is where the love is enshrined
The bridge is where I always hang
It's where art from my heart sprang
It's where bodies thong, hearts twang
Later in memories they boomerang
Lo! Beyond the bridge lies a world
Where sweet dreams get unfurled 14
8. Tigress (Sonnet)
I‘ve seen a real damsel after ages.
Her libido that goes beyond credo
Her love never lives in dreams
She is filled with action and schemes
Love ne'er body restrains mind constrains
Love doesn’t mind losses and gains
Love rebels frets and repels regrets
Love always love begets
love is poorly realistic without that act
when love is platonic it's purely sadistic
Making love is what keeps it in tact
without that there’s no love in fact
Darling, Mangle me in your arms
Strangle me with your hot charms 14
9. The Director (Heroic sonnet)
The director drives
the hapless actors
On a dark path to their
secret destination
showing many a
temptation causing elation
Ignorance is bliss. It
is main factors
Many devoted actors go
on long march
The path is dark and full
of craters
And deep ditches but
none has a torch
All actors are not
lovers there are haters
Despite fears and
tears all must walk
If the actors tired or
sick they can’t balk
The director cracks the
whip of duty
The actor s obey the
duty and the beauty
When they tumble in craters
injure and impair
Tomorrow is medicine
He uses to repair
Insult and worry in
the journey cause despair
He doesn’t stand and
stare because he is the umpire
He pulls the actors with
the rope of hope
And leads into the
bright future – the oblivion 18
10. Moribund (Heroic sonnet)
She came from the
family of bourgeoisie
In the young age she
reached her apogee
She hugs her weekends
in pubs and clubs
At home her husband
scrubs and scrubs
The dishes and cooks
fishes, waits for kisses
She worships her
mirror and mobile kisses
drunk on success she
thinks women in big jobs
can return late, off
course it gives her man sobs
She drank education
more like a potion
For a posh life she
took it like poison.
She is nestled in
western culture
She loves exposure in
haute couture
Her man demanded that
she stop the rapture
That left the marriage
in irreparable rupture
Her family thought she
needs a consort
But she thought her
consort is a spoil sport.
She spends time jocund
sitting on Tank bund
The marriage culture
has reached moribund
11.Queen of Guns ( Sonnet)
She is is full of guts, the queen of guns,
with magnetic looks she men's hearts churns
She pulls cock and the game goes great guns
She plays with a gun and it's a simple fun
Her breast is wider she is a hard rider,
She is a soft thriller a lady killer
that show her splendid round moons.
their charm evokes love monsoons.
He hunger is the real beauty
She has untamable booty
They have soft liquid motion
that evoke goddamn passion
She has the sacred hunger
She is an acrid hunter. 14
12. She is a Revolver
Her name is revolver she's a resolver,
romantic thriller gives a chiller,
she is so chic , she is so quick.
she plays with daggers
she likes cocking the hammer ,
She enjoys squeezing the trigger
she never misses the aim
she is meant for the game
she looks chic she is quick
she loves the pique
she has stunning looks,
and bouncing globes
she plays the game of love
She is as hot as stove.
13. Encounter ( sonnet)
She is a romantic tower
She takes no cover
When she calls your to the bower
She is an insatiable lover
she has ceaseless vigilance
she's hostile with virulence
Her passion has a tinge of pungence
finally she has a bit of belligerence
She is a constant hunter
ever ready for a new encounter
She doesn't believe in chastity
She lives in vijayawada city
She is a sweet hunter, hot printer
each meeting is unforgettable encounter
14. Where the mind is full of fear
Where the mind is full of fear
and the head is held low
Where the knowledge is unimportant
and world is stolen by internet
Where people survive as groups
in social media where words come out
from preposterous chat by impostors
where ceaseless prowling stretches its arms
towards abduction where thinking
is permanently damaged
Where logic ceases and thinking dies
where education has no meaning
where personality succumbs to hero worship
where caste thrives and corruption flourishes
where religion rules the senses
where tradition serves the purpose of exploitation
where the mind is led forward by politics
into ever shrinking thought and faction,
into the nation of half alive zombies
my father, my country has awoken.
15 .Love is Sacred ( Sonnet)
When God wants to
visit you think sharp
Oh baby! don't bother
about make up
when love visits you,
don't shy away
don't bother, put the
clothes away
Don't hate if you are stripped
naked
Let God enter and keep
you painted
God is not a word to
enter the mind
It's an experience for
the body to find
if you give your mate
the date
let your mate
be intimate
Don't keep the God at
the gate
Discover Him with your
mate
Don't you ever my word
terminate
You can't keep Him
separate 14
16. My Honeymoon
I
drive slowly on the night of rain
I keep ogling at her sweet mane
we were passing the orange dusk She
sniffed, felt my smell as musk
The
sky melts into purple shades
The car glides through the glades
bizarre breeze and thunder, flashes Her
looks feel like hunter lashes
The
rain fills night air with aroma
It goes on without a period or comma She leans her head on my shoulder In her sweet breath I smolder
That makes me frenzy in silvery swoon
No more I can write about my honeymoon
17. Summer morning
On a scorching summer
morning
The people wake up
scorning
The sun, who rushes to
his duty early
He is surly and people
know it clearly
The city roads burn
under sweltering heat
For the village lads
the tanks and ponds are treat
In the cities for the
rich the summer is warming
For the poor and
working class it's a warning
Girls go out in veils
to save their beauty
The politicians after
polls go to Ooty
The rich people take a
bath at the beach
but for the poor it is
out of reach
In the work place they
take a sweat bath
Often cursing the
sun's wrath 14
18. Howdy
Howdy vivacious lady
don't be moody
villainous men are shady
sometimes the sky is cloudy
And sometimes life is dowdy
the heart you trusted is steady
Love is as deft as homing pigeon
and as strong as religion
Dark people eye on your body
They are into every deal shady
They use a language so bawdy
That is the art of a rowdy
Fill yourself with confidence
learn the art of self denfence 14
19. National on Gallows
O! India what a
terrible fate is hanging over thy neck
The whole nation seems
like a ship going to be wreck
Millions of daily
cases in cities and towns do sight
How far thy children
sick in hospitals can fight?
Many hapless children
in hospitals take the last breath
The dauntless doctors fight
and embrace the death
O! India where is thy
great wisdom where is thy glory?
Thy sons stand for it
or it becomes only a story?
O terrible time! Where
is the disease comparable
With Corona, why now a
greed unbearable
Surfaces making the
fate of people so regrettable
O! Pandemic don’t open
thy teeth and show thy wrath
O! dying children look
who your foundation swallows
and bring the whole of
the nation to gallows. 14
20. Ode to Her divine beauty - (Sonnet in terza rima)
O dainty damsel, thou beauty of spring's flower A
Nature hast thou bedecked for man's pleasure B
From whose unseen presence I draw power A 3
Tender stem beautiful petals golden pollen, B
Smiling angel! thou art the source of my creation C
Thy charms are nothing less than Helen B 6
we were winged creatures in previous birth, C
Each loved hue, odor and the touch of the other D
For the divine tryst we are back on the earth C 9
Come on let's dash ahead in the golden chariot D
Of my benumbing motifs of seductive poesy E
thou surrender in stupor of my love I opiate D 12
In the rhythm of my poesy thy beauty survive E
In the motif my verse thy spirit of love revive E 14 lines
21. Eternal Words ( sonnet)
AA BB CC Coupled rhyme
Can I kiss thee on thy rosy cheeks?
Thou art more lovely and more charming:
My heart shakes when I see your peaks,
And your amorous looks are more alarming; 4
Your beautiful eyes are perversely magnetic
you slender waist in saree is provocative;
When I see your deep navel I get frantic
Your full figured curves are so seductive 8
But thy inner beauty I should not miss
Nor indulge in fun at the expense of love
Nor shall I lose the eternal bliss for a kiss,
When I know words can love better show 12
we know immortal joy the words of love bring
let us speak dainty words until death bells ring 14
22. Where Love Abounds Alternate Rhyme Heroic Sonnet
Look, who am I ? How can I demand
your love, unless you offer it to me willingly
when you read my verses then can I command
your love by filling emotions overwhelmingly 4
If thou art had pure pleasure
In reading my purest thought
you felt my heart in full measure
You caught my mind no doubt 8
when your body is tired after day's labour
when your tired mind lost its focus
you can your heart in my verses harbour
my verses you relax and remove the ruckus 12
They lift your spirits from dark depths
Our friendship grows by leaps and bounds
In endless happiness you visit the heaven's breadths
our souls unite with passion where love abounds 16
Where love is nothig physical
It may look strange and quizzical 18
Butterfly (Limerick ) Not taken into count
There once lived a fair lady shy
She never thought she'd love a guy
Until she touched his hand
which was a magic wand
She never knew she'd be a butterfly
Limerick by Edward Lear
There was an Old Man with a flute,
A serpent ran into his boot;
But he played day and night,
Till the serpent took flight,
And avoided that man with a flute.
23. She's my Zither (AA BB rhyme) Heroic Sonnet
Spring shows splendid colours
resembling the smiles of strollers
so beautiful is the sight of rare flowers
my mistress has more charming powers 4
There I see snow covered mountains
Here she sees dancing fountains
In winter we walk hand in hand
She smiles like a musical band 8
The trees are full of cold frost
They in my darling's eyes defrost
I see brown leaves and dying grapes
They are surely the autumn's drapes 12
There are no purple flowers around
She's the flower with beauty crowned
Like a bumble bee I go round and round
her beautiful rosy lips in honey abound 16
The pale autumn we colour together
I bend her like bow and play zither 18
24. Nymphette ( Heroic Sonnet )
O belle petite nymphette
tu es la foudre du ciel
ton charme mon coeur défaite
mon désir n'est pas superficiel 4
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| Leda by Davinci creeper cover by poet |
au bord du lac tu t'assois sur un rocher
la verdure de la forêt sourit dans le jour
en te voyant mon cheval pas marcher
J'ai arrêté mon cheval pour le séjour 8
Des collines et des arbres a l'entour
d'où tu es venu sur terre bel ange
Voila siffle la brise de l'amour
ta beauté fait bouillir mon sang 12
Je trouve entre tes cuisses un cygne
si vous êtes gentil avec l'oiseau blessé
entre tes grosses cuisses je signe
J'aimerais être le cygne je suis empressé. 16
pendant le cygne ton corps regir
impatient je me brûle en désir 18
25.Hurrah to Cutie ( Sonnet)
Cutie is a small-town girl
She has a pair of plaits that curl
She is born in the month of May
She doesn’t care what people say
Her eyes are dark as clouds
Her two big globes jump like hounds
I see flashes of lightning in her eyes
They bite my soul until it cries
When I see her little red mouth
I am blown by wind from south
Her mouth feels like sweet little mango
I can’t stop until you do the tango
I want Cutie’s hand but I am so worried
I kept my little secret that I am married. 14
Take on me ( not taken into count)
Two moons for the eyes
Primroses in the cheeks
Red cherries for the lips
Jasmines shower in smiles
I lived in black and white world
till I saw your beautiful colors
Radiant sun like face
Slender asparagus waist
Massive rotund hips
are like inverted cups
What do you bargain with eyes?
What seas your dreams cruise?
When you throw attentive look
They surely shower hot cinders
With sweet smiles you bartered your heart
Lucky! I found the golden key of your heart
Sweet heart, let me play under the apple tree
Let me go to the depth of your love lake
Lest my life should be unjust and fake
Take on me and swing until the night shake
26. I lost my Pillow ( sonnet)
I bought a plum pillow.
But I lost it. what a chance wow!
But I am glad, you know why?
Come on Chiquita don't be shy 4
On this biting cold wintry night
the pillow can't with this chill fight
When the night is deep and dire
your red hot lips serve as fire 8
Day's checkered business affairs
are tinkered with beautiful love affairs
before marriage I used to drink wine
but now each night is so divine 12
I am not so dumb to bank on pillow plumb
I chucked it as my passion made me numb. 14
27. You and I ( sonnet)
you and I are two
but it is always not true
we are two by day
but made one by night in gay 4
you have a face and I have too
our faces are different hue
but heart has the same not two
We know that love is the clue 8
you have eyes and I have too
they see different things, true
They see each thing twice
Yet we are controlled like toys 12
Time and space to heart doesn't matter
yet we suffer cuz we're made up of matter 14
28. Love bees (Sonnet)
I am yellow you are green
with sojourns in between
we wander day long in hills
And see and enjoy the thrills 4
We go to water falls I am black you are red
We hold our hands and together we tread
In sand and mud and in the rocky terrain
No pain when we suddenly see the rain 8
We swim in water you are fish I am foul
When I lift you up I see a soft scowl
in your face and I lay you on the bank
I smack on your nocks with all the knack 12
In the noon we walk in the sunflower field
you are yellow I am yellow all is gold
the bees around you in trembling circles
you ran out to see the rambling squirrels 16
In the night, we rest in our room
we've no colours when we each other groom 18
German Poem ( not taken into count)
die süßen nächtlichen Freuden
Ich entdecke in stillen Nächten
in herzlicher Umarmung
ist Himmel Erkundung
freche Titten zarte Lippen
blaue Augen weiche Wangen
rosiger mund ist wirklich rund
Ich nehme in meinen Mund
Dann entzündet meine Lust
Ich sehe deine Brust
Ich habe liebe Durst
Du bist in meinem Bett
Die Nacht ist immer Nett
Unsere Vereinigung ist größte Freude
Ich kann immer finden auf der Erde
29. Linda - based on Adultério - lauranell
Linda is slim and sexy
She is rich and seems happy
To a rich man she is married
Ever since her life stopped 4
Her mate is a transporter
She is a noted reporter
She is not satisfied in marriage
For her marraige is a mirage 8
She meets her politician boyfriend
On an interview that was to end
They got hooked up with each other
About marriage she no bother 12
Her family wants her attachment
with husband she has no contentment
They suggest old confinement
she wants new excitement 16
She has her fantasy fulfilled
She with her obsession thrilled
God never punished Linda
Sex He knows is the basic funda
People who got the kinda
But Linda know it was not a blunder 22
30. Ses cuisses ( Her thighs - Sonnet)
Comme des piliers d'ivoire
Ses cuisses peuvent arossoir
Les passions des hommes
Dans la poitrine, elle a des pommes 4
Elle a une beau nombril et taille
Elle s'allonge en fauteuil et bâille
Mais ils ne sont rien devant eux
Tes cuisses brûlent les yeux 8
Oh! jolie quel caprice a ta tête emparée
Quel plaisir toute la nuit tu t'es engagé
Elle aimes jouer avec les serpents
Hommes avec serpents viennent à elle 12
Ils souffrent de la morsure de serpent
Mon coeur est coincé dans ses cuisses 14
31. Le changement sonnet
c'est entre la vie étrangement
ça change la vie doucement
je suis mais habitué lentement
tout d'abord, c'est l'étouffement
plus tard, c'est le cœur - touchant
c'est la vie qui change finalement
Il est apparu nu
C'était petit j'ai vu
c'était petit j'étais heureux
Il a augmenté, valeureux
J'étais timide ou peureux
c'est vraiment précieux 12
est entré en moi, le changement
il est entré en moi doucement 14
32. Happy birds ( Sonnet)
Happy birds don't weave their nests
They bravely weave their lives
Happy birds never flee but stand tests
They've the inner strength that drives
They belong to a high society
Where mating is a sacred ritual
They mate at will, without anxiety!
Happy birds are really spiritual.
They call the mate when they have the mood
they live in a society that has the liberty
They fly so high and mate in clouds without a feud
Far and high they fly because they have ability
With great mobility they are no longer shy
Happy birds can even change their sky 14
La belle dame avec merci (66 lined french poem , not taken into count)
il est si jeune, il est très sûr He is so young. He is confident
ses mots sont jeunes et mûrs His words are young and ripe
Il travaille avec des mots si beaux He works with words so beautiful
Ce n'est pas un travail mais un jeu It is not a work but a game
ses mots ne portent pas de vêtements His words wear no clothes
ils dansent toujours en lui benoîtement They dance nude in him blissfully
toute la journée il joue avec les mots All day he plays with the words
la nuit, ils réveillent des animaux At night they wake up animals
il est le mois d'août It is the month of august
sa poésie est charmante His poesy is charming
sa pauvreté est alarmante His poverty is alarming
il souffre de la faim. les nuits dures He suffers hunger, hard nights
sa solitude augmente sa froidure His loneliness increases his chill
ses poèmes deviennent des colombes His poems become doves
pour voler voler voler to fly fly fly
les belles letters volent par la fenêtre The beautiful letters fly through window
un ange qui aime les colombes An angel who love the doves
la nuit entre dans sa chambre In the night, enters his bedroom
chaque fois elle est entrée Whenever she has entered
l'électricité a été coupée The electricity has been cut
son corps doré a rayonné Her golden body has radiated
elle a lu dans cette lumière She read in that golden light
elle lit les vers pendant qu'il dort She reads the verses while he's asleep
les poèmes juteux elle les admire The poems are juicy, she admires them.
elle porte la robe avec boutons d'or She wears a dress with buttons of gold
le livre de poèmes sur la table il a mis The book of poems on the table he put
chaque nuit elle venait quand il endormi Every night she came as he was asleep
pour chaque vers, elle donne un bouton d'or For each vers she gives a gold button
elle arrache sa robe quand le jeune dort She plucks her robe when he sleeps
il écrit des poèmes doux et plus doux He writes sweet and sweeter poems
le lendemain matin, elle voit plus d'or The next morning she sees more gold
il il feint de dormir la nuit suivante He pretends to sleep the next night
il a vu l'ange charmante He saw the charming angel
le septembre le froid est sérieux The September the chill is serious
à minuit, il a ouvert les yeux At midnight, he opened his eyes
elle a abandonné les boutons d'or She gave up off the buttons of gold
elle a maintenant, pas de robe d'or She has now, no dress of gold
il ne pouvait pas croire, ses yeux He could not believe, his eyes
l'entité nue lui a fait ses adieux The nude entity bid him farewell
c'est le mois de novembre It is the month of November
elle lisait nue dans sa chambre She was reading naked in his room
son corps doré a rayonné Her golden body has radiated
elle a lu dans cette lumière She read in that golden light
le jeune homme restait encore pauvre The young man still remained poor
à sa personnalité c'est une épreuve to his personality it is a test
l'ange a donné tout son or pour ses poems The angel gave all gold for his poems
le poète a rendu tout l'or pour son amour The poet returned the gold for her love
il regarda son corps avec désir. He looked at her body with desire
elle a senti que c'était un plaisir. She felt it was a pleasure
elle embrassa sur les livres. She kissed on the books.
il embrassa sur ses lèvres He kissed on her lips.
les vers les unissent The verses unite them.
ils s'embrassent fort They hug each other hard
la chambre était somber The bedroom was dark
ses seins sont concombres, Her breasts are like cucumbers
elle l'a porté dans son monde She carried him into his world
les seins sont roses et ronds Her breast is rosy and round
son derriere est demi-rond Her back is half round
sur le lit lentment elle l'a couchée She laid him slowly on bed
elle a doucement chuchoté She softly whispered in his ear
elle a ouvert sa partie privée She opened her part private
un doux parfum a enveloppé Il a ses sens intoxiqué
sa vulve chaude est humide Her vulva is hot and wet
la belle dame n'est pas timide The beautiful lady is not shy
elle l'a guidé dans les parties intimes She guided him to the secret parts
elle est la belle dame avec merci She is a beautiful lady with merci
33. Love wets the soul ( Sonnet)
In the garden of love she and I stroll
In her dainty curves I droll
The paths in the garden are labyrinth
We see heartwarming hyacinth
whose beauty blooms perennial
Her bosom bounces out her apparel
Winter weather makes us sensual
The paths in the garden are floral
The primroses sway their heads in bower
The golden sunlight offers them a shower
The long tailed multi colored Macaws
The black and white but bold Magpies
How we discover the joys of winter
By geysers great feelings of love enter
34 . Philosophy (Sonnet)
How long can you melt
When I your depth felt
My love is no spiritual
My ache is for sure, actual
I don’t my lust for love flatter
Nor twist my lust but spatter
How long can you melt
When I your depth felt
Your body is untouched and tender
I wonder how you surrender
Let the night not sleep
See the fruit of love reap
To hell with the philosophy
I want to be the bumble bee 14
35. The Man in the palace
The maid is still sweet in her forty
Her smile is charming and hearty
The rich lord’s palace is lofty
His eyes seemed lustful and shifty
The maid works in the palace she has worries
She has hidden in her cheeks a pair of cherries
Her lotus eyes lovely gait his passions trigger
It’s winter he couldn’t stand the inner rigor
He led the buxom maid to the bed
She lay on bed, with her legs spread
What she feared most has happened
The maid’s character was blackened 12
The next morning, she was still in the bed
He said “I don’t need a maid, you are fired.”
She nodded her head and smiled
“I am no more your boss.” He said 16
She nodded her head and kissed him too.
Some men are human too they never woman subdue 18
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