My Maker

Strong-souled lover, light of day,
Let me feel your hands.
Hard-working woman, it’s true.

Your hands are all over me,
Pressing and pushing.
I am made out of marble.

Now your lips press my lips, oh!
Pressing and pushing.
I’m now your strong-souled hero!

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