Sculpted to perfection
I adore my own reflection
You can't possibly compete
With me being so complete
Having you by my side
Makes me self-conscious and mortified
But my ego is on fire
When I see how you admire

Look just how she cares
While I'm juggling my affairs
I don't mind if they're obese
For I have them on their knees
As if they're praying to a god
How I love them being awed

Her definition of disgust
Is my epitome of lust
I indulge in the disgrace
Rubbing feces on my face
Where others shudder, I find allure
In the scent and taste, so strangely pure

Epitome of Lust
Epitome of Lust
Epitome of Lust
Epitome of Lust

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