My mind draws her near.
First, the image is blurry
Then, it all becomes clear.
Today her eyes are blue
To suit my Wednesday mood.
Her hair is blonde and curly;
Hump day has an attitude.
She files her nails, looking bored,
Dressed only in black lingerie.
Stockings and garters to match
Such a sexy menagerie.
I look at my files, feeling bored
Work is tedious, at best.
Her presence on the bed is disturbing
It’s time that I take some rest.
“What’s on?” I ask, sighing deeply
“You. If you’re lucky,” she replies
Without hesitation, I join her
“What’s your name?” I ask, feeling wise
“Whatever you like,” she says dryly
“Let’s just fuck, okay?” she insists
“Okay,” I reply, “I know the score.”
Tying the rope around her wrists
She lies face down, sobbing gently
As I explore her body with my hands.
Lingering on her breasts and buttocks
Fingers heading toward the wetlands.
Her g-spot is sensitive, I know this
I’ve stroked her many times before.
Feeling the juices of her eagerness,
Declaring, “You’re merely a whore!”
“You’re merely a poet!” she swears back
“At least, I have a purpose.”
“To fill your head with carnal desires,”
“Whereas you, your words are just surplus.”
Parting her legs and slipping inside her
I ask, “Is this poetry you feel?”
“When you fill me up and fuck me this way,”
“Your lyrics are sublimely surreal!”
