I loved women and devilment,
Everyday there was another one.
And there were many oral legends
About my love affairs tran
And one day on the road long-running
Near the sea - don't joke about that,-
I met one bitch of the very many
On my life's long path as yet.
And she has a broad nature,
And she has an open soul and and heart
And she has an excellent figure, -
And I have not a penny in my pocket
Well, and she - as a gift needs rings expensive,
Taverns, perfumes from only the first hand, -
And in return - a little pleasure sencitive
From her dubious services for some men.
"I will give you," she said, "Conrad,
The most precious thing, I have”
I said: "I agree for a hundred dollars , -
If more - half and half I'll share with a friend!"
Women are like very pony restive:
They’ll wheeze, bite the bit in a moment.
Maybe, I didn't understand something,
But she was offended - and she left.
A month later the excitement subside-
A month later she came again to me.
I have this feeling, in my mind,
That the price suited her! completely.
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Author:
aleksey dragan (
Online) - Published: March 27th, 2025 05:35
- Category: Love
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Comments3
A metaphor of the highest grade. Everything has a price and we are all for sale. Bite hard on that bit it breaks one's teeth and can not be swallowed by most. A great poem that in its roughness and rawness holds a pearl that is a fave
Every one and everything thing has its price, a wonderful write, enjoyed the read
Excellent write
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