Beauty gains attention;
The eyes inform the mind of all attraction;
Of the well moulded skulls, frames of perfect threads
And the nice curling lips, arts of smiles and kisses,
The moderate breasts that pop up,
Gently carved straight-oval and slightly pointing up;
The cheecks dimpled
And the shining braid,
All these holy brothers admire
And handsome rascals equally require;
But only virtue retains what beauties gain
And it takes fertile earth to make a seed to grain.
If Femor all men scorned
Gratefully she would die a maid.
Painted or not painted, it fades;
Dimpled cheek or plum, it wrinkles.
The breast that gazes the star
Must stoop per time or let the vein slack and lose the sight of the star forever.
The curled lips will spread both flat in time
And the strong hips disjointed shall be, no crime.
Let this play be no foul,
Charm strikes the sight but only merit wins the soul
MACHINA
OLA MICHAEL OPEOLUWA
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