her assets,
I don't judge her as she tells me
her daddy taught her how at ten.

She looks at me different
is all I know,
because all I do is love her.

I don't try to get in her,
or know her secrets,
I don't have to.

When she feels guilty,
she pours them all over me,
I reassure her.

That, no matter what,
unconditionally, it turns into a sensual thing, her
eyes look at me , and I know she is happier
then ever,
I love her.

And she goes to her job stripping,
and I take care of her eight year old son for another night,
and I kiss her cheek, tell her to be careful.

Everyone, I think needs something.
I need her somehow. And she , uses me.
I smile though when she comes home at seven A.M.
bleary eyed hair mussed makeup smeary.

I just kiss her and she goes to bed.

and I happily, make breakfast for her son.