Women\'s angle

My women got her head held high
Feeling so thirsty to get by
Ordinary love combines with her angle
Her urges can cut off my minimal fracture

Her angle is twisted with mine
While we are lying
Feeling like gods

All I do is shiver from your ambivalent touch
Seeking solitude with your name on the top
the devil is no longer considered as an issue
only as a black mirror and a wounded tissue

Staring at the dawn
The comprehension you have no place to hide
It’s what keeps you awake
It’s what gets you satisfied
I insist darling, show me it’s mutual
prove me you're more than a stupid angel

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the poem described an unrealistic plot of a young man gets swelled by his women\'s figure and lust