Two M's

Men are bizarre and yes, strange creatures.

Rough and tough

Tumbling through life like a small form of bulldozer

Eyes learning to greatly appreciate the curves and other features of women

Finding tongue-tied to be an excuse when all other times, so full of bullshit knowledge

It's hard for both men and women.

Some want to be the other, some want to be neither, some can hardly be alone with themselves

And why?

Something about loving another.

It is rare to find love in a painful, evil, world

Some say it is easy as they confuse fucking with the other

Some say it is impossible as they don't even try

i however, have found it twice

falling in love with two special women who really rocked my world

Following a path, a journey as each were so far different than each other

One wise and wonderful

One intelligent and stubborn

Which one is which? Only i know the answer to that

Both also shared one great thing in common, that being to drive me to the brink of insanity

Both are unique in knowing who they are, what they believe, and are just so damn

beautiful...

Thanks God, for allowing and showing me what love is

and when my body finally surrenders

as my eyes close in peace

my last conscious thoughts will be of two women i call,

my lovers.