Monte Carlo

Monte Carlo,
I need to hold your breasts and get the feelings of love;
Monte Carlo,
I need to brush your breasts along my hairy chest of mine;
Monte Carlo,
I want to feel your love all day long;
Because the law is not only laid down for a righteous person,
But also for lairs and for perjurers.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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