She said
“That I am a prism
through which
the beauty of her life
refracts”
To me, she is my rainbow
~
An eternity is not enough
for her to ride my pen
For those scripts
that I pin
so deep within
and show each of her
vibrant colours
~
I rejoice when
I see her ache
then grip the sheets
Savage and fierce
as I slip and slide
my verbs in vulgarity
My lines of raw prose
over and over
grind her desires slow
keeping her in edge
When all she wants
Is to glide on my words
All night long
Sated.
