Type and run

A racing pulse upstairs downstairs

The bed smells of sex

I’m on my own again

Mentally adding to the list of

Why I cannot bear men

With exception of just one

The love of my life

If it wasn’t for my husband

I’d surely have a wife

For what’s under silk, lace

Within my heart are for him

But my god knows boundless beauty

They made in women

Power. Money.

Destruction. War.

Ego. Libido.

Slave. Whore.

If they don’t already,

If they could they would

Harm my beloved

Sisterhood

Loving. Kind.

Soft. Care.

Open. Hollow.

Coven. Shared.

I choose my husband

Forever his

Plan B, plan C

Safety with sis

Not cis

Sciss

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