Always been his spot
Call me his jackpot
Number one in the lot
I can tell you everything I’m not
Because the list of what I am
It can really be a lot.
Made for each other
I think we were
So many things had to occur
For beloved to create the spur
& Now my world is no longer a blur.
Back from training
Spiritual Camp
All alone just like a Champ
It was pitch dark
He was my lamp
Seal of approval
Signed and delivered & here’s your stamp.
Swooned in his pool
Was so sweaty he came to cool
So hungry for him
I publicly drool
Playing the game of love
I went against all the rules.
But I’m the one that brings the ease
Makes him weak between the knees
So affectionate
He loves to squeeze
Ready to fly to Venus
This flight will be a breeze.
This poem was beautiful lbs . Youβre a great poet! π£π
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