No one loves you as he does,
No one possess you as he does,
No one guards you as he does,
No one feeds you as he does.
Your husband is he.
Still you seek a stranger
To get stripped,
To get explored,
To get exploited,
With the same vehemence
With which you were done
At consummation.
Still, no less is your love
for your husband.
That love isn’t marred by the
corporal demand.
06.12.2001
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