99.99 Poem by kwane Lamb

Nine out Ten women are enslaved…
To… (it) …over whelmed by (it) …
In awe of (it) …
Most females… day dream about…(it) …
At work or at play…just can't put that…
Thought away…
When they can't see (it) …they are thinking of (it) …
In someway, shape, fashion, or form…
The warmth…the round…her inner sound…
Females fight over (it) …die over, lie over and even…
Fly over…(it) …
Nine out Ten…change a life over (it) …
To most (females) …it is not just a symbol…
Especially those using or coming in direct…
Contact with…(it) …
It…(it) …is a daily reminder…
That she is alive and is wanted or needed…
For some unknown reason…
But cares less…really not to know…
Butt…up…Butt down…between…sky and floor…
Wild…about the giver…(it) who gives…
Only to receive…long forgotten the days of EVE…
Sheba…Cleopatra…oops…the (it) spell…be fell…
Them as well…as powerful as they were…
They nixed… family and friends…
To gain (it) entry…
How interesting…
All that power…poof!
WHEN, She …entwined with (it) …
Off to space she must go…
Like Satan (leaving) Heaven…
Going to and fro…
Her power she relinquish…
For a few minutes of pleasure…
As Eve took the apple that put us here…
THEY SAY…99.99 per cent of the time…

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