Making love to a woman I met
No shame crossed our paths
No religionist thoughts came anywhere near.
I told her poems right off the top my head
Poems were about her beauty and kindness
And how blessed I felt beside her body.
Right here, a liar stands.
I'll meet a lady I met in a library tomorrow
Later on, she and I'll go to her place,
"A lovely meal I'll cook," she said
When she learned how I crave a good one.
After my belly is full, poems will come knocking
And her wild body surely will start trembling
As I spill the beans for her beauty and kindness
Right there, a liar will stand.
Though recently I'm not honest in any way
My words were the truth many times
Honestly, I can't remember all the ladies
No one keeps track of each fallen romance.
I send my love to those I had a passionate dance
Yet, right here, right now,
A liar stands.
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