Cramps

Ahhh
how menstural cramps
make love to you
in the oddest of ways
a certain sense of loss
has come my way
the fountainhead of my lust
let us play in its soft, warm waters
watch my children swim
i miss you more each day
your warmth
how you surround me
letting me know you are there
perspiring from the heat of our passion
don't be mad, don't be upset
just shed your excess baggage
and come home to me.
Love, Carl

by Carl A.I.

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