He called me by that, a man that knew me by name since I was 22. I'd get off the subway listening to "blue jeans" to go see him. Champagne, and his endless stories I could always listen to. He already achieved all his dreams, but still believed in mine. He loved me because I did as I pleased, I spent my time as though it was mine, because it was. I was "his special girl," an artist in the making.
I wasn't well to do, but he made sure I was ok. He made me laugh, and introduced me to beautiful women much like myself. We laughed and kissed each other into oblivion on a Wednesday afternoon.
A million dollar baby with nothing to lose.
"I don't know how to get over someone as dangerous, tainted, and flawed as you."
And I don't know where it goes from here, but I know you are wonderful, and I am lucky girl to know such a man as you.
xx
lingerie by honey birdette
photos by jen senn