Maxwell and I

He wakes me up each morning

Much to my delight

He knows exactly what I need

And how to do it right

I’m a little sleepy

Until I feel his touch

His warmth flows into, through me

I love him oh, so much

Maxwell, you’re a darling

I keep you in a can

And see you every morning

To kiss your face of tan

Your deep and robust passion

Stirs me to the core

And I know that I cannot

Live without you anymore

You don’t have to worry

No one can take your place

I sip you and inhale you

With a smile upon my face

Maxwell, you’re a darling

I love your coat of blue

And in the early morning

No one else will do

Maxwell, you’re a keeper

Perfection in a can

I wonder what would happen

IF YOU WERE A MAN

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Janet Martin