My body was a vessel for the male ego,
An instrument of pleasure and of sexual gain,
Until a sensory angel came into my life
And turned sex into love again.
I gave myself to scum and smut and stranger all alike,
Unintentional subjection to long-afflicted pain,
When I realized my worth in the reflection of his eyes,
I turned sex into love again;
Then dashed my misconceptions of lovemaking and of love,
A resurrected womanhood doused of cleansing rain;
Breasts and bosoms, bodies, aspirations:
We turned sex into love again.