They were happily married
and had one or two or three children
or none at all
and shared there lives
with their wives or sweethearts,
but they visited her.
Some had wealth
and some were poor
and some had magazine cover wives
and some were attractive
and some were dull,
but they visited her.
Some were elders in the church
and some were businessmen
and out of every occupation
they came
and even church ministers
visited her and shared her bed.
Somehow she understood
better than any head doctor
what made men happy
and what made them tick
and without any special trick
she shared her body
and cared in a way.
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