Who am I?
I don’t want to hurt.
Take off your shirt.
Now reassert.
Go under my skirt.
Insert and revert.
Squirt, squirt.
We both inert.
Who am I?
Words cut like a knife.
I’m a good wife,
But my story’s rife
Can ruin a life.
Recreate our strife.
Who am I?
Love you more than my rhymes,
Despite your crimes.
Crucial times.
Not “me or you”
Rather, us two.
Start anew
With a different view.
Stick like glue.
Know our cue.
Come through.
I wish you knew
What is true.
Who am I?
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