Mafia Women - Me & My Daughters
She didn't know it, her dress was Spanish or Italian so she asked her daughter Anubis and she said it only looks Italian because you're of Italian descent and then so am I. It's the dress you make decisions in as part of our female mafia. Sure enough! Crescent moons stop when you wink and the planes soar for the three of us exchanging heat and tailspin and Mormon ties let go like Top Gun for the only Eve they should have ever had. My handprint is gold on my lover's tummy - silver on my ass cheek. My daughters follow suit but they can't with their love life but we try to let the daughters be a person as much as possible - I raise them & so does my lover. It's sacrifice for them because they did so for their nation. The three of us secret agents for the Hades planet - for the Jinn - for a world of invisible passion catching the drama from our tongues - us straightening them out for the judgement so they wouldn't go mad in a love affair between Satan & God & little red polka dot swimsuits downing green & me showing them real women from another dimension just for fun & they respected us sprinkling them with water - holy water walking them into ash, me and my mafia daughters.