your talents

hi to all my firends out there. i,m sorry for this update taking so long but i had to go away.  i,m back now and looking forward to having some fun again.  i,ve had many comments on my first blog by phone but no comments on my website so i,m a bit sad about that, come on guys, tell me what you think, even if you don,t like what i write, i like to know what your all thinking.  i am very lucky sometimes to meet many special people, some with very high profile jobs, you would be very surprised at who i,ve met on my travels as an escort, but i am always discreet.  i value privacy in my life and always respect my clients privacy also, so sorry i can,t spill the beans on some of my more exciting clients. one client i have  who i am able to tell you about  is called woody. he is nearly 60 and very fit for his age, and when i asked him if i could mention him on my blog, he was very excited and happy, and even suggested that i put one of his poems on my blog for you to read.  before i copy his poem for you to read i would like to tell you a bit about him. woody has been seeing me regularly. he is widowed for over three years and is a realy nice person. he told me that he saw many girls in the first two years of being widowed, but when he met me, he stopped looking for other escorts. we always have a realy fun and happy time together and make each other laugh too much. woody as a client had some bad experiences too in the past, but now he lives only to see me. i feel very flattered.  i write his poem down for you all to read at his request. i have no idea what is good or bad poetry so i do this for him as a favour, and ask you all to please comment through my blog. he has other poems also, but i need to know from you all, do i give him another chance  or not?  it,s your call, you decide ! 
     
                                       THE GARDEN OF EDEN.

                we lay there like slabs of meat,
                waiting for that proffessional greet,
                what would you like, powder or oil?,
                for her the never ending puergatorial toil,
                conversations by choice, like in hairdressers salons,
                and lies churned out by the gallons,
                the inevitable silence comes midway through,
                this done as much for her as for you,
                the atmosphere in the room subtly changes,
                and the proffessional artist shows all her ranges,
                switch on the organ and play for the cash,
                later on it will be a larger stash,
                at the moment we feel what we,re getting is cheap,
                on a moniter our heart would show a fast bleep,
                we,re in the garden of eden, and eve looks great,
                but never ask for that dream date,
                the climax is over and it,s time to move on,
                that wasn,t so cheap, but goodbye john,
                is there something else that maybe i lack,
                and will i have to keep going back.

                                                                                                    WOODY.        Â