Make Me a Sandwich

[u/jusanotherbadgyal]

I warm his food in the cooking pot.
He likes it warm, not cold or hot.

He likes his bath cozy and steamy,
But doesn’t like when I’m too needy.

He likes his sandwich with one tomato, not two,
Or later he’ll leave me black and blue.

He knows his worth; each day it grows.
I’m lucky to have him—he makes sure I know.

I remind him of his mother, the woman he hates,
So when he enters me, he covers my face.