Love without sex - sex without love
Sanitize your dirty thoughts the filth on your mind
I might not want you beside me entwined
I'm not the maid - called to her master's ring,
I'm savvy and smart, and deserve better bling!
The footballer's wife, I'm not, I'm smarter by a lot
And, I major in what others have got.
And I have not! So don't take me for a fool…
Take me to the nearest jewelers and make me drool.
poem by Mark Heathcote
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