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. 

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