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Woman, wife, dame, little girl!
Rose, open rose, red rose, bud
Did you ever really know how fragrant you are?
How many of you really? How many of you?
Could happy and satisfied mother give birth to a human beast?
I doupt! You don't take the love you need...
I see trampled roses all over the earth
Some they just lay there waiting their death
Did you ever suspected of how much you've deprived?
Did you ever imagine with how much evil your
daughters and sisters on your ignorance collide?
How many of you have you even let yourself touch your body?
How many times did you feel raped by your hubby?
How many parts of yourself you sacrifice on the altar of family peace?
Tell me the truth! Did you never feel at least a slave of your deeds?
What did they try to teach you? Your needs and your body are filthy
Your pleasure a danger! Your paradise orgasms a trouble to the ego of your "baby"
Some old witches in Afrika or else dare to cut and mutilate your precious pussy
in the name of their bias, an old terror your lust corrupts your morality
You better never feel it, that way you are more convenient utensil Glory
You stay pathetic...Your sweetheart can take all he needs why then to worry?
Let me ask you something... Why God offered this festive triumph in your body?
Learn to enjoy it! It's your part of creation's feast!
It is given to promote your power to bear that
you are the columns of life, you deserve to be full at the least!
Dive in your intrinsic given joy, love and ecstasy
so you can bear sperms grafted with buds which have at last
human excellence's identity!
