She still
She still
Dreams Of
Good boys
And grand weddings
Of a person
Who’ll rub
her back
And scratch
her rib
Slowly and sensationally all night
long
And all her infinite fantasies
Are of a
gentleman
Who’ll carry
her bag
In the store
or to church
to bribe god
And one who'll bring
her
breakfast in
bed in winter
Candle lit
dinners on summers
a million
surprises in romantic of ambiances
and
uncountable roses on uncountable days
uncountable times too
She still...
wishes for a
bad boy
Who’ll never hurt her
but cook for
her
and kick the fire out of her ass
as the slow sounds of jazz eat up her soul
as she feels his strokes throb erroneously in her aorta
she still...
prays for a
good boy
a little bad
but sent
from heaven
just for her
who’ll;
do her
garments when she’s heavy
and the
utensils too
especially when she is
on energy saving mode
and make her
some fresh mango juice
as she
catches her favorite opera
she still...
hopes to
find the one who hits it repeatedly
like a mad intoxicated batman from Wichita
eyeing the
mighty sox
or the
ruthless eagles
she gets
older
each day
but still
waits for a man from heaven not hell
who'll die for her as she is still living
she still
stays
hopeful
and still
she still
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