Venus’ curse

A beauty of few
from a mans view
A woman covers her breasts
To massive collections
of fat and glands
will ceartenly capture an interest
Her name is Venus
she has traveled far
From Vilnius she arrived in a jar
You won’t see her scars
behind glass covers
only the lust in the eyes of her lovers
will make an end to her tender flower
One by one
only one pental left
she throws it away like the rest
A beauty of few
is no longer a view
for a man

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