If I were you,
I would conceal my breasts
From the sight of others.
If I were you,
I would wipe the lip-gloss
Which is shiner than twinkle star.
You have to do these-
You have to do.
I love your breasts and lips in same.
But, others feel warm,
Do sex by their eyes.
Neither they love-
Nor they like.
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