The Juicer

I call him the juicer
Because of what he does to me
He extracts out all of my love
And he does it so thoroughly

When I see him in my mind's eye
The love squeezes out my pores
A brief visit with perfection
As my spirit greatly soars

I love the things he does for me
All the loving he supplies
I call him the juicer
Because he really satisfies