I'm not talking about pills even though I pop them daily.
I talking about the good company and companionship of a strong beautiful lady.
Just like the thrill and risk of moving weight it, feels so good once it's done.
The more secret things are, to me it's much more fun.
Then sometimes I sit back as the cigarillo burns slow.
Thoughts circulate my mind with the music volume low.
Musiq SoulChild and Donnell Jones play in candle lit rooms.
A peek out the window to see an almost full moon.
God blessed me with wonderful money, smarts and a good heart.
Some would never be able to tell that I am falling apart.
Once The Heiress left was when pain was at its worst.
I needed three different females to equal one of her.
The withdraw symptoms and desperation without her touch.
Has me taking them in twos without giving a fuck.
The Scientologist, The Blonde, The Doctor, a possible over dose.
Chasing that first kiss we shared the one that I need the most.
Self medication in the form a bond.
These are my pain killers ...life goes on.
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Author:
Willy Beeman (
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Comments2
Wonderful write
Thank you.
Welcome
You have style Willy! and it's showing. ww
Much appreciated WW!!!
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