Everyone admires my boyfriend
because he gets stuff done
himself with no help
from anyone.
I've always been attracted
to that sort of man;
the one that gets stuff done
with his tongue,
his hands.
The scream in his throat
and the fear in his heart,
that's my man,
mine,
my heart
Another fab poem!
ReplyDeleteSounds like a song. Verrrry nice.
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