My Deer

Oh ! Deer
What brings you here, what’s the matter
Why so tensed, what’s the fear?

 

Oh , I see
You stand among the herd of sheep
But fortunately that’s not your crib.

 

Strengths you look for are not worthy to be chased
Weaknesses you assume are qualities that should be praised.

 

Oh, my friend
Look at you not with the eyes of the crowd,
But through mine — where your worth is beyond cash and shine.

 

The curves that runs down your chest
The bulge that surrounds your waist
The mole that hides under your bosom
The hip that leads to your bottom

 

The pubes that tickles my skin
The scent that entices my brain
The sweat that oozes from your folds
The nectar that seeps down your hole
Makes my vitality difficult to withhold.

 

The sweetness of your innocence
The wildness of your annoyance

The honesty that’s in your heart
The love and care that you impart

The conscience that’s alive
Nowadays very rare to find

The righteousness that you uphold
The strength in your spirit quietly told.

 

Oh, My deer
You are anything but sheep
Leave your herd and go deep
Because deep inside you will find a lake
Where you can realize your true self.