A Letter from a Far

I am longing for a French
Tremble me with your wrench
Trespass me to your trench
I am for you to drench

In a wiln I put the corn
As it pinches to be torn
Like a new baby gonna born
I know you think am a scorn

Tantalizing me like true
Mesmerizing me like glue
Oh my gosh, I can’t get enough of you!
You don’t understand, do you?

–Sharen Song–

                               

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