5:11

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.

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