Oh How I miss my Dickins
That man with muscles and soft skin
The constant touching and kissing
He slaps me, I slap him
No fussing..give in
"STOP IT" He whimpers softly
I respond with "GET OFF ME"
He grabs my ankles and holds them tight
We only pretend to fight
All in effort to more deeply unite
Remembering how we are together...
I sure do miss my Dickins tonight