the one i love...
accepts me, after all the evil I have done.
she is beautiful.
i don't deserve her.
i got lucky.
love sometimes hurts.
the pole dancer knows this.
i see them with vacant stares.
dollar bills thrust down...
into private areas...
G-strings.
it's pathetic.
the one i love is a madonna...
a friend,
a whore,
a confessor,
a goddess,
all these things.
I am faithful to her.
She accepts the goodness in me...
the evil,
she loves my mind,
my body,
for she is the one i love.
my madonna,
my whore,
my best friend,
my confessor,
my goddess.
I asked her: "what is guilt?"
she answered: "do you want to dance with me?"
she is my madonna,
my whore,
my best friend,
my goddess,
she is the one i love.
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You are so very fortunate to find a woman who is all of that! Beautifully written as always!!
ReplyDeletethanks to the other Debbie in my life...You make me want to write more...You are my good friend!...i love yah!...richie
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