In dead earnest,
she tries to raise hell,
put on an act
as best as she can,
forgetting altogether
she still is a greenhorn
in such matters, though
graduated to be his bride
from a lover for so long
underprivileged all the while,
grabbing the very first chance
after the new found privilege.

He watches her goof up
inexperience in evidence,
out of the corner of his eye
does nothing but conceals his smile;
caught in the act, her perplexity
gives her up, that was the best part
of the act: the bride's belligerence.

How would you love me,
Would you be honest and true,
Or will you get bored without things to do,

How would you love me after the ***,
Would the calls slow down and ignore my text,
I've been there before when the battery has died,
Just to find out my lover has lied,

How would you love me,
Are you good with unpacking,
Past hurt and pain we carry as baggage,

A word of advice as I keep it straight,
Love will fail if we can't communicate.

How would you love me?

“The best investment that one could ever make
is into another life
in hopes that the stock matures and is productive
and in return your rewards are priceless”

My thoughts tick
in a different kind of way.

Slightly twisted,
with a little 'kink'

Wanting what you give,
giving what you want.

My mind and my body is yours,
to do with as you will.

Dominate my sweet love for you
and I will surrender.

Giving myself over to your pleasure.

My obedience is infinite.

Tie me to the bed
with the pink ribbons from my hair.

Make your fingers dance over my skin
feeling, stroking,
penetrating me
over and..
over
again.

Take what you will.

Hard and with passion.

Fill my mind,
my thoughts,
my body,
with your essence.

Whisper softly in my ear.

'You are MINE!'

There is nothing I want more.

So delicious
So divine.