My Husband he returned home as usual after a day at work Covered in Black Water and Heavy in Leftovers They attached to him like moths to a flame In his eyes I could see his need for me to cleanse the pain of the day
How many this time as I looked soulfully into his eyes Lowering his head after gazing into mine
We spoke of his day.....the guys the jokes the comradery So many things he could not say to me
Hugging him at first with a stare again I knew I had to do what most would not dare!
He drank a beer and I sipped some wine Always I would fight for this Husband of mine
To bed we did lay and joke of old times How invincible we have been time after time
Seeking our individual fires to unite again each others desire 1st we had to tear thru the souls of our day
Countless faces and stories pains and strife Until finally each others unique flame
In the ******* we purged our day I watched cause I peek as the shadows fled from him and his day
I prayed as we made sweet love as we do sometimes it gets messy that's how we do too I felt a tearing monster after his soul holding fast not letting go
Thrusting in passion like almost riding a ghost As I mounted his member not knowing who he had provoked I would challenge his head to release mentally first Before I would come to ****** that demon would disperse
Feeling full and yet full of power Best yet was to come When I now gave him the power
Fully ***** now and the man that I fell for Could he take control no longer heavy with bad soul
As he flips me and I rear back into his ***** Still digesting and wrestling the demon from his mind
As he raises my hips and bow and spread I do this for love I say in my head
He takes control like owning what that day had done to him I am the only one
Encouraging to his release of heavy day I banter with vulgarities enticing He resists I feel my digestion beaten
I am now alit back to me He feels and sees it and releases like the sea As I arch and squeeze into my soul
We are like Water Flames That never grow old
Now both weak and our body's shaking Our love will never be reciprocated or mistaken
As we cleanse the scene or our Romantic throw Everyone seemed to get what they needed to know
We say Our I love you's
Retire and regroup as we lay in together in the weary pew
Two Empaths ......1 love many and much world collateral damage
For you I fight this to my death
who knew fighting for love was sooo bitter and sweet