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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