My Friend, My Mother, My Whore

by Miguel A. Wilder



My Friend, in the sense that you've brought beauty to my life.

Though we were never married, you've been as dutiful as a wife.

Never once did you hurt me with malicious intent.

I've enjoyed every precious second, of the time that we've spent.

Since, you've come, your love has truly changed me.

You broke me down, not to rebuild, but to rearrange me.

You put me back together, better than I was before.

That's why you are My Friend, My Mother, My Whore.

My Mother, in the sense that you take good care of me.

To handle man's challenges...you prepare me.

You push me to my limits, to get the best of me...

And proudly display your happiness, for all the rest to see.

When my soul is wounded, I can always lean to you.

Not a day goes by, that you don't show me, what I mean to you.

Your spirit fills me up, 'til I never want for more.

You are My Friend, My Mother, My Whore.

My Whore, in the sense that, you hold nothing back when making love to
me.

You are the freak that touches my heart...there's no mistaking this
love, to me.

You hold the key, that unlocks the door to my sexuality.

From the way you act. talk, dress in bedroom...just your whole
personality.

You are a woman of mystery, and passion beyond belief.

When I have a hard day, you are my stress relief.

You bring me to my climax, before you lay me down to rest.

When it comes to lovers, baby you're the best.

You are three times a lady, and what every man is looking for.

You are My Friend, My Mother, My Whore.


My Friend, My Mother, My Whore by Miguel A. Wilder

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