By wang yingyue
The man to love, to cherish, to adore,
The only man who would reciprocate.
Entertaining him is never a chore,
Even on every day, or night, or date.
Always by my side through heaven or hell,
I crave his touch, his love, his soul and heart.
He makes my cheeks blush red, and my heart swell,
The way he shows his love to me is art.
His body is always in sync with mine,
His hands caress my body lovingly.
Whenever I gaze at him, he’s so fine,
Plus, he always stares back adoringly.
What do you mean, this way is not normal…
…The way my father loves me, after all?
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