I was so addictive to strip clubs, very loyal to my bottles of liquor and a big fan for naked women on poles... but this night everything seems not 'ok’...lights are off, music heard from the background all i can see its asingle spotlight as she whines for me... for real i see something special inside and have to talk to her... Her parents passed away at a tender age, being defiled severally by her uncle having no one to give a shoulder to lean on, lowest self-esteem befriended her.... I reached for her coz she was indeed my salvation we turned into a new leaf... But tonight my bed is cold only her memories of our first romantic dance in our house has remained, your picture is not enough realy miss you sweetest... promise you not to go back where i was coz you have made a man out of me... R.I.P sweetest!
By Jamal_adam