Two women.
The first was holding my arms like a tree trunk.
The other was holding my attention like a guitar punk.

The first had her skin taken care of, she belonged to a certain class she thought.

The other had a skin of steel, melted, beaten,her skin baked in naked sun.

The first wore a fragrance to hide her smell,
The other wore it with pride.

The first all pumped up for the night.
The other,
How will she bear the brunt tonight?

Tonight, I am soaked in the pleasure of first,
The other, sends shivers down my spine.

O women!,
The first was a lady, the other was a labour.
Why don't you unite?

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