Faces meld of years
Not always so clear🌫
Look in the mirror
Clearer now
Veil dropped from eyes
🐱See life for what she really is
A beauty, a bombshell, Bitch of a witch🧹
Rich and poor
A sage, a truth Sayer, a liar, a cat, a whore
Life, all these and more
She is who she is and I accept her 😻
When she goes cold, I put on a sweater
When she is in a mood, I distract her
I use words, she purrs 😸
Leaving rug burns on knees and back
Life is a wanton witch needing affection / attention
Treat her right, she’ll give you anything you mention
Ignore her, she’ll give you detention 😾
Did I mention her henchmen?
Endlessly doing her bidding
Poor boys–not the way to her heart💔
Class is in session
