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She is a girl, not the Chocolate
to sweeten your taste buds,
neither is she the Butterscotch
for you to unwrap at will for toy
She is a lady, not the Cherry
to soften your scorched lips,
neither is she an Apple
for you to bite from, as vitamin drops
She is a wife, not a Jewel
to parade as trophy from mannish feat,
neither is she the Pearl
for you to pin on walls for aesthetic
She is a woman, not a Honey
to calm your raging bowels,
neither is she made of Sugar
to complement your soured rims
She is a mother, not a Dame
to massage your aging ego,
neither is she the Pillar
to support your wanton lack!
