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Title: The Grave Of Destinies


Like a viper with venom

Her home is the throne of doom


The lens of her virginity is the hymen

In her realm lies all greatness of men


Like the nectar of a bee for honey

So men struggle for her to get money


She is the treasure of fantasy

Where men of honour fancy


Like an African witch coven

She kills a lot of destinies into her heaven


Her groin is a banquet for every man to taste

Where nothing meaning rather than waste


Her tool of manipulation is her boobs

Using her butts to lure men to nibble for her hooks


Like a praying mantis in an ocean of secrecy

Her teeth gnash a lot of men into expiry 


She is a vagina, where men honour

She is a vagina, where destinies harbour 


©® Poetique Justice

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