Mature Whore Poem by Colonel Muhamad Khalid Khan

She plays with my innocent desires
Being mature she has her designs
In her own tricky way she aspires
When she gets me she flatly resigns

She takes benefit of her age and skill
Hence she can inspire me to submit
She knows how to play and to kill
She wants me all in all but bit by bit

She learns with me the play of love
She pleases my rival with the charm
She is an enemy in shape of a dove
Which inflicts on me every harm

I am a school boy she is mature whore
I lost my every emotion and feeling
Even if you ask me I can't tell more
This was not love but dirty dealing

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
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