my poor girl, faking kisses at evening balls,
standing beside a man that is not worthy of carrying his overweight carcass around.
much less residing with such a tender goddess.
her sadness portrayed in a obvious way, backing a selfish man.
she has the loveliness that every soul would love to posses.
his grotesque past would make him have the best yet despise it.
should a woman of her stature make a fool out of me?
so treat her..... make her an embarrassment!
call her such names as prostitutes, have her at my feet.
all i want is to make him happy,
am i the right enough wife?
am i what my mother intended me to be?
he tells me im not enough,
my kisses are only accepted in the abdominal area.
but this is true love! i will back him until the end.
the one above will see and hear my prayers.
my girl sleeps, and she does so with me.
i'm not talking about my wife, she's not enough...
she could never be....
she hurt me in the start, that bitch will never know.
i'm my daddies boy, i'm only used to more.
that girl is more... cant let her know,,,,
these girls i share make me happy....
they are as troubled as me.... are you my friend?....
you drunken persona, always content, dumb as a mule....
take care of my business....
you bet i will! i will make of your body a bloody canal...
and a vibrant spring of her lips.
of her tangled hair (her ruined state) a breath of fresh air.
the bad memories deceased....
replace that overweight body with one that is made for her pleasure,
lifting spirits and thus being well.......LOVE.