The Collection

Willy Beeman

 

Past all the grins and forgotten fuck faces.
The homes that I wrecked plus all the hearts that I've taken.

If I had to, I would say I had a problem...
Every beautiful woman I met I thought I want em.

Since I was young I've been doing the unexpected.
It was always music to my ears hearing that they had been neglected.

They adore it when you listen, really care and engage in deep talk.
Ensure their pleasure, manifest their wants.

After I'd get em some claimed I was no good.
But they stick with me because the pain feels so good.

From the Heiress to The Receptionist , The Unfaithful Wife.
The One I'll Never Have to The One I Want To Do Right.

The Fighter, The Paramedic, The Horse Trainer In Miami.
My California Girls and the few that just can't stand me.

This is my masterpiece, this is my art.
They are my vice, my collection of charms.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  • Author: Willy Beeman (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 19th, 2016 06:57
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 34
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  • WriteBeLight

    A message of manipulation very bluntly put. Good writing, although I just hope women see this guy coming and run...:)

    • Willy Beeman

      As always your feedback is appreciated.

      • WriteBeLight

        You are welcome!

      • Tony36

        Great write

        • Willy Beeman

          Thank You.

          • Tony36

            Welcome



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