Knight of the sacred springs

Since I met my lady, I’ve appointed myself knight of the sacred springs.

Cause there’s males in this country – self-appointed patriarchs,

Think they’re in charge of lesbian sexuality. I’d kill them monstrous leeches without

A blink, were it up to me. Defend my lady, a goddess, a woman in her own divinity.

A woman. Her affinity to love as sacred as she is is how love’s sacred spring is.

As for me, to be faithful to one is to be faithful to all, I believe. So I keep myself

For my lady. But maybe someone, I don’t know, say a lezzo chose to sleep with

An entire male football team, and still call herself lezzo. I’d honour that lady.

Say you’re a lezzo queen, at a shrine of love. A sub, if you’re like me. Whatever’s

Your thing. To love all like my lady, each woman, holy, I guard their sacred springs.

Before my lady, reverently, bowed down at her feet, I’d surrender to her totality.