Loveliest, nowhere looking your age

Caressingly calling me a cunt – oh, my dear

The happiest of lovers, glad I’m not queer

I treasure you as you assuage

The fever I suffer from my length of time

On earth – come kiss, make my temperature climb

As I wander the building, this house that’s chock-full

Of your presence – your sweet voice I hear

In memory, calling me a cunt and such sheer

Joy fills my being. You’re so beautiful

To change one iota would be an affront 

Oh stay as you are and keep calling me cunt. 

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