It gets old always swooning and bedding these women. I leave that wonder on their mind "how the hell is living."
Friends for a while until they start to catch feelings. I don't cut them off completely I just take it back to chillin.
Show them that they are more than just a late night hype, that they have a man who loves them and to make things right.
Funny coming from the man who at the drop of a dime. Shows up Wipes their tears and for a moment in time.
Love them with such passion their worries are forgotten. When I think about it it's not me that they are missing. They are missing a partner who simply needs to listen.
Their pleasure, their pain the things on their mind. The way they wish they were treated and how they wish they were mine.
Yeah, i know I'm wrong for the things that I've done, but believe I've slowed it down to grow my soul and one day find "the one".
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Author:
Willy Beeman (
Offline) - Published: February 11th, 2017 21:49
- Category: Love
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I appreciate this poem and your honesty. I believe your intention to look for your one. I am 56 years old and want you to pay close attention to my words here. It is from experience I speak. If you truly want to find your one, wait to lay down together. Getting to know someone in bed is empty of real communication. You miss important things if the sex is good. Take your time, hang out. Guess what will likely happen...you won't like many of them in a week or two. Something you would not have known if you were laying down. Good luck on your quest.
Thanks for your kind words and for the read.
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