I want to be nice,
I do not want to do anything,
To my one that he’s done to me.
How do I get in a relationship,
Knowing that hands on me,
He will feel it.
How do I do anything with the knowledge,
That if I get a tongue in my mouth,
It might go in his.
How do I live?
I will not do to him,
What my lover has done to me.
I am going to do this,
He stops that intimacy,
I want to be intimate with him.
I do want to know everything that he wants to share.
I know I do love women.
I got scared when she kissed my hand,
And he was with me.
I hear her whisper in his ear,
And I know he’s thinking about me,
Or this is something he cannot control.
So I cannot bring another man into the cage.
I cannot do to my one,
What he decided to do to me.
So I might never be with another man,
Or woman ever again.
Am I a monster,
For not wanting to share in his sex life?
This one has nothing to do with Madonna, but she still is, well I am hoping, my lover's coach. I am hoping some spirit stuff in the Lover Poems, makes for good fantasy and people will read these for centuries, like a blue print on what happens when understanding and awareness dawns. Anyway, yes Ambrecel might be out of politics, but I know the coach will understand this poem, and there might be help... in pictures. Sending with crazy love, Amanda