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Manhandled
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Tributes to Lovers You walk into the room
like you own the place.
You ooze confidence
like sweat
from your pores.
No wonder you caught my eye.
No wonder I let you
have me in ways
no other man had me before.
I needed to be manhandled
and man, did you handle me.
Your body could do wonders,
but your words,
they cut me like a seam.
They tore through me
and exposed my insecurities.
And here I was splayed
like a open wound.
Then, like magic,
you sealed me back up
and somehow I was healed.
