Nafisa aka Precious

July 3, 2015

I know I am a precious gem

I know my impeccable gem is a rarity

That can't not be reduced to foolery

Of a guy that doesn't know my worth Priceless gem

That's me

Being auctioned for the highest bidder

In order to claim me for my inner wombman

Fixated with increasing rates, that cannot be chased

But more like amazed on . how I kept it together

Forever

Untill now

Even though I know the brother didn't want to bother

But when he saw

My exquisite gem

Captured his iris

I know this

but I still open my plumped lips

Which he could not resist temptation

But my king knows better you see

His masculinity flawed my jaw

As I picked it up from the floor

To realise soon

He was the highest bidder which

Didn't make me bitter

But made me hand over the keys to my treasury

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