how can i not love this man
who holds me close
and stares into my eyes
while bringing me to orgasm?
here is a man
who relishes my satisfaction more than his own
because my pleasure is his satisfaction.
who could imagine this man
who, despite my age and size
finds my body beautiful
simply because i'm in it,
who worships me as his queen
and sees me as an angel,
and makes such sweet love to the parts of me i loathe?
how this man became
so passionate, sensual and adoring of me
is a mystery to me,
but i rejoice, i rejoice, i rejoice
and become exquisite and powerful,
more authentic and whole
in the pureness, the beauty,
and the power of his love.
