She dusted Prince Charming off my shoulders
She kissed Casanova off my lips
She smiled away a Hollywood star in my swagger
She unbuttoned Satan off my hips
She wiped The Prophet off my forehead
She whispered the Patriarchs out of my throbbing ears
She stroked The Commandmants off my instincts
She left me only with my mid-life fears
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3 comments:
you make me sound like a person I'd like to be. thank you.
My warm regards for
Mr Ranjit Madgavkar, the man who first recognized the maverick in me.
- Thanks
Suddha Sattwa
Bowing down!!!!
One of the best I have ever read.
Dodo
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