Please do not regard me so,
I have done nothing to warrant your scorn,
Husband, you are my only beau,
You have no call to feel forlorn.
The pig looks at me as a juicy peach,
Ripe and ready for his tasting,
He shall soon know I am out of reach,
His time spent hoping, he is wasting.
You need not worry, let his notions be,
My nectar is yours and yours alone,
No need for a commotion,
My earthly body be yours to own.
Stay your hand, your rage overridden,
My fruit's juices to all else, forbidden.
These Sonnets are a delight. Do keep it up.
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