Athena d'or du désir, de l'adoration et la convoitise
She calms me down as I get riled up and spin out of control.
Everything mixed in my head; mind running around like a bull, she comes to rescue me.
She wants a family.
She wants to be the mother of my Alexander.
She wants conquer me because I am Jerusalem.
She is my heroin and my Saladin.
Under her conquest, I triumph.
Torn in between life and death, she leans on me and whispers life into my ears.
I can’t hear anything but her warm breath in labor for the creation of voice.
From her lips to my ears, I hear nothing that assures everything is okay.
I am her healer and her patient.
She denies as she crashes under my natural form.
Pain she feels is joy.
Joy she feels is pain.
The smile glistened with tears, I see,
is the masteress and the slave,
the supreme ruler and the obedient servant,
the sun, the moon, the cloud beneath my feet and over my head,
the governing body of universe and the supreme reason.
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(Now, let's talk about putting pussy over pedestal.)