Hungry No More

Fulfilled tempestuous complacent am I
Humble and calm with wandering eyes
Once hungry and starving for flesh of all man
Now filled to the gill satisfaction at hand

And why do I ask did the others fail at their quest
Challenge seekers were they puffing out male chest
Shall I blame myself maybe so they had failed
Beneath the sheets in the bedroom zero nailed

So coarse to say for a lady like me 
But to harbor the truth is best to set it free
So many are easy to please in this life
I do will you marry and make me your wife

But for others I say there is a bit more
Lady on your arm in bedroom a mere hore
To marry or not to love or to like
Sex is the same just like riding a bike

To marry for love without all the rest
Carry on my man put someone else to the test
For me there’s much more than to say I do
Be prepared for a change or bid me adiau.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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April 29, 2020 at 8:26 PM
Nicely Done I enjoy the passion in your words. Yes sex can be the same like riding a bike but ohhh to you back on learning the art of riding. At first gripping hard with too much speed and no balance. Learned to slow down and focus and embrace the vibration of a bumpy road and tame it :)
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May 5, 2019 at 11:04 AM
I hope he gets to read this... or he could lose you... So many will be able to relate to you..
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May 5, 2019 at 11:28 AM
When I find him I will make him read it SO. But I fear it will be a long wait. Thank you for your support.
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