The Man I Love
and kisses me
on the lips so I lick love.
He is so gentle
he makes me cry
Holds me so
tight as if I’d disappear;
He worships me,
Prays to me
with his hands
Mouth
Heart
Body and soul.
I am cherished,
blessed as a saint
Venerated like
the mother of God.
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