there were little
clumps on the
floor of stripes and
khaki-flavored cloth
she ripped my tie from
my neck, my favorite
silk array of silver
diamonds set in black
space, and all
i could manage was
a garbled, "hun, i'm
gonna be late for
work again"
but we didn't care
i got sick a lot
in the morning, you see
and her? she loved
seeing me dressed
just like a breadwinner
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you....(i.e. Your poetry
) reads very smoothly...like...hmm, what's the phrase I'm looking for--red wine--
I really, really liked this, once again, I find I'm not annoyed with the uncapped 'i's
bravo blackKnight
's for you!
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Sailor Ptolema 
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A breadwinner huh? I'm taken it that she's an urban housewife then? You know what those kinds are like. lol I love the suaveness of this. That 'what-you'll-never-have' feel. Which, when you think about, I guess not many do have this.
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Oh, and your picture is purdy.
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My ex-girlfriend was the hardcore Southern Baptist, stay-at-home, wives-are-second-to-husbands type and absolutely loved the fact my job requires I dress professionally every day.
That said, we didn't last too long because, apparently, she loved sex with guys in general.
Oh, and I'm definitely not suave. At all. I'm probably the least smooth guy *ever*.
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