The women in our lives

My stomach grumbled as I tumbled out of bed. Eye's red, still groggy, kind of wishing I was dead. Instead I gathered myself, showered as I thought of bread-with eggs, possibly a shot of johnny walker red-to go with a slice of ham of course, to guide the liquor through its course. The night prior I would be a liar if is said I didn't perspire vodka with hints of steak dressed in whoorshire, rare like desired. "God I'm tired" I thought to myself, wondering why I did that to myself. I grabbed my bills from the top of my shelf and looked for ways to waste my wealth. "What's that sound" I asked myself, something like a puppies whelp. To my surprise there were green eyes staring from under my sheets on high. I slid the sheet, to reveal the petite, with skin that told not stories. Lips smiled at me, how wild were we, I wish I could remember. When I think back, my memory does lack, it might have been last December. She walked into my life without any strife to heal the heart left knifed by my wife, divorce had run right through me. I had a feeling that with some healing I may reclaim love not thoughts of yielding. To these green eyes I owe my life and the lives of my children, for when happy days were far too stray, memories, I thought of you and me living quite beautifully. Never has anything loved me so, so freely I sit back, freedom granted to watch you come and go, like a winged angel flying out of the window. The only woman to get me to get me. Not for romance just for substance, I'm controlled, knowing that you can't ever be controlled. No leashes involved, but all the bells and whistles. I love how you love to do what you feel, freedom, almost primal, like a lion or tiger for example. Manicured nails on my skin awake me from whatever dream I was in. How insensitive I've been. Always coming home late steady forgetting our dates. Never knew I had faith, until you. I ask myself what to do to make it up to you. You look at me forgivingly then you love me again so willingly. So I kiss and caress the crown of your head,you meow and I know I'm not dead. Life goes on.