There is a woman in my house,
She is not very pleasant,
Neither is she virtuous,
But she is definitely amorous.
She has always been around,
Since before I can remember,
She does whatever she pleases,
And she makes no apologies.
I am not one of her favorite people,
And she is not one of mine,
I have never seen any of her friends,
But she is “opinionated” about mine.
She likes my boyfriend, a little too much,
They have met a couple of times,
Usually he does not even notice her,
Occasionally though, he prefers her.
My friends and family have no idea she really exists,
Though a few have come close to meeting her,
And they do not like to talk about it,
But they know she loves them as much as I do.
She always says that I am boring,
Because I play by the rules,
I am not like her at all,
She writes her own rules of engagement.
At times we do agree on some things,
For so long as they benefit us both,
After all we are a grown woman,
We have no choice.
I really admire her,
She knows no fear,
That scares me,
We are a lot different and a lot alike.
She is independent and I like that,
Makes work, home and play fun,
Sometimes I am in call the shots,
Other times she is the boss.
She is about to wake up now,
We will shower, dress and head off to work,
She will read this and like she always does,
We’ll write another piece right after it.