My poem has obviously struck a chord,
Or there would not be such discord.
I will not go into any graphic detail.
But I do not suffer from lack of male.
Nor have I ever needed a phone, a check or plastic.
to have my great share of non-mental gymnastics.
The male companionship that I have do not need money.
To make sweet, sweet love to this here honey.
And as to whether I am satisfied with what my man doth brings to the table.
he is always ready, willing and able and has never lost points in my appraisal.
So thanks for staying up and worrying about me dear Bri,
But I really don't need to give 1-800-STUD-MUFFIN a try,
When I read your poem all I could think of was this must be what it's like to think, speak, and write in italian. Where each word races to the next and each line drips with such emotion. Where the passion of the writing makes you forget everything but the feeling that has hauntingly claimed you from the first word to the last. Anyway Great job! a solid 10!