A Fine Suited Man With Terrible Inklings

A fine suited man with terrible inklings Hands on her shoulders; easy to confide Pouring drinks & erasing her sadness Falling by the wayside with time & tide Beauty is merely a natural configuration Each button gone, an uncontrollable urge His intentions told with a silent tongue Embraced & now they lovingly merge

A Recovering Misogynist

A recovering misogynistA self-proclaimed oneTerribly stupid in my youthThought it was kinda funThen I fell for a pretty girl& sired 3 daughters to bootInternal character challengedForever altered to my roots