To be a gigolo would be
Unfair to other men:
For after me, no other guy
Would satisfy again
These broken-hearted women
Who came to me in need;
And found in me a banquet rich
On which they longed to feed
And an experience like none
They’ve ever had in bed –
No gigolo for me. I’ll be
Delusional, instead
.
.
[This]


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Love the blog name. Kinda sounds like a mantra
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