Oh, how deeply do I love you, my Cosmic Lover!
Oh, how deeply do I lust after you.
Your manhood, it penetrates my womanhood
like a rocket in the sky
I remember the day that Apollo 11
made love to the Moon
it was my 4th birthday
Mom tried to show me the astronauts on the TV
I remember the birthday cake; it had Snoopy on it
I remember Grandpa Furgason; he wore grey pants and a striped grey shirt
he died of a Heart Attack when the world ended
I remember Mom weeping in the night
Mom almost never cried!
I have roots like a tree
my pubic hair roots into the Earth
and into my lover's face
I have an entire pantheon of lovers
who are also Gods, Goddesses, musicians both living and dead
people I know on Facebook
people on TV, people in the news
even people who are in power in America and beyond!all these have I loved, and more!
Oh, God, I am your Whore!
Not a sex worker; oh, no....
my spirit guides all voted unanimously AGAINST my selling sex for money.
I let my sex express in my writing, art, and music instead.
The Internet is my Path to Fame.
Linda M. Smith
Oakland, CASun., Sept. 8, 2013
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