A poem.

i’m on the look-out for my very own mistress –
one to call my own
who i can love and adore
and use and abuse
and leave packing at the front door when i’m through.
anyone at all,
preferably female
although i’ve never had a man before.
she doesn’t have to be pretty
or kind
or young in body & mind –
or not care that i don’t work or have money all the time
but i’ll take them all if she’s willing to share –