The message in this poem is for you. Especially if I have had the displeasure of working with you, or corresponding with you about working with you...
Normally, after I read a poem and do a striptease in the middle of it, I dash off the stage right after the poem. Not this time. This time, after reading "Boss of My Body", I stuck around to do another poem.
A poem about how often the best music to play during sex is the sound of sex itself....
"The Symphony from Sex".
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