48 hours in every day

who spends all day
fucking me past Pluto
in our bed of roses
the nest she feathers

as she saves the world
heals the dying
ends death itself
and is always home for dinner
on time
with a raging desire
that knocks me off my feet
every time I see her strut

Do you think I'm asking for too much?

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