Luck is A Man

I don’t know how muttering and reciting

poems got a husband’s attentions.

I guess I have a lucky little cunt after all. 

Author: annieepoetry

I am poet. I am woman. I write with my thumbs. Read my poems. Tell me what You think. You may find the love poem you always thought someone wrote for you. Or the one you meant to write But Becareful lovers tell zingers and often break hearts Milky Way Earth U.S.A Madison WI

2 thoughts on “Luck is A Man”

  1. I don’t understand how chain-smoking
    and chugging coffee and scribbling in notebooks
    won me a lady worth keeping.
    It must have been my lucky dick.

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