Hungry Men
I walked in to see the most powerful
Man I knew strong walk, full of confidence
Pride and extreme determination
Lovely face– very lovely face and yes,
he thought of me with joy, and found it amusing
I too, found his freedom amusing I adored his fortune
The man adored my insanity
We fell in love
But who’s to call it love? Not he Not I
I am too busy for him He cares not of my feelings
My feminine, emotional, feelings
Our love is sweet in bed
But, when he is finished with me
The love is gone
It is unjust and I want to cry
But I know better than to cry
In front of him I must smile,
With curled hair knee-high socks
I will not hurt his pride
