that man of mine
he ain't perfect by any means
he ain't perfect by any means
there's days when i wonder
but he kisses me
holds me when i cry
you know, just last week
remember when i was sad
he tickled me
first gently
wilder deeper
i laughed so hard i shrieked
healed for the moment
this man of mine
he is it that is here
gives me a full body massage
when i am not into sex so much
coming home every night
sleeping beside me
touching lightly
this old grump
he too has hurt me
but always
almost always:)
he is there for me
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