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Memoirs of a Streetwalker


Here we stand, Just him and I No place to call our own trying to make an honest living, out here all alone We struggle day to day without a man to guide our way My mother told me to be strong not EVERY man will do you wrong I had it all, but was missing one thing the man of my dreams and a diamond ring While on the street, I met my love who went by the name of Christopher Dove I told him all about my story but he cut me off and said “don’t worry” It was true love at first sight that went several months without a fight I knew his love would put me to the ultimate test with his enduring love, my soul would finally find rest In his arms I knew there would never be another because I finally found my spiritual lover You probably know what happened next He made me forget all about my ex I was finally happy with nothing else to say only because he came and wiped our tears away With our love there is no future or no past I just know that this love is going to last Not only does he make love to my body he makes love to my mind because in his presence I know things will be fine My mother was right, all men are not the same It just took me awhile to learn their elaborate game As life went on, I learned to stop stressing and just Thank my God for this wonderful blessing.here
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