She was the first woman that I asked to marry me
so I was slow
She loved me but had sex with twenty to thirty
Others that we both worked with every month
Amongst others
She kept twirling her wedding ring
Around the table till it fell on the floor
She said it did that often
We walked long walks and talked a lot
We went out to fine restaurants in town
We both loved each other
And probably still do
As I made her jealous the last time I saw her
She worked for me
She worked in the porn business on the side
She was wonderful to be around
She loved sex
A long time ago
I was happy to see her jealous.
We all make choices
She turned me down
She loved sex
It always made her feel good
She was lovely and bright eyes
And bushy tail and fun after sex
It made her day
She craved sex
She lived for sex
She didn’t charge for sex
She was wonderful
She wore skirts and dresses
all she needed to do for sex was to
take her panties down and
she was fast
I loved her and still probably do
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Good poem. I felt just as pissed when I wrote a poem of mine a few years ago it's in my profile if you want to check it out. Its called "I'll never trust another one...
Second she was happy with her life
She was very good at her job at work that she was hired to do when she worked for me.
She after I proposed in our walks let me know a lot about herself
She loved life
She was the reason others from the porn business worked there.
One was one of the twins that I saw in Penthouse with her sister.
Another absolutely gorgeous that didn't work for me but was always around her and the Librarian, that another said I saw you in a movie ‘ Debbie does Dallas’ or something like that but he quit after that as he didn’t want anyone to know what he did there at work.
Z’ who said to me ‘We don’t care who you hire as long as she sucks’ said later too me that they were very happy with both Sue and her.
I worked with her for over twenty years on the same floor, even tho she worked for me for around five of those years.
The last time I saw her was when my nephew got married, I stopped by for lunch with an old friend. That was a couple of years before I retired. She said too me that Charley, the gorgeous one, had come back too work and had married a really nice man, Charlie and I couldn’t stop talking and that was when she got Jealous of me and that made me happy to see her like that. The time frame of from we first met till then was over thirty-five years.
Both love and the choices that we make do matter in our life. I do know that she was happy with her life and I with mine and I’m happy that I knew her, and I know that she is happy and has been happy with her life, that she knows that I am also. Love never knows how to stop.