The Pennance

Font Size

I turned my key in the door
There she was on the floor
My vision of beauty 
Doing her duty
Her naked form 
A wonder to adorn

Her sin, neglect 
She knows to expect
My intense consternation 
Some pain and pleasure, a heady concoction
Her penance was paid
Absolution was made 

The rebel was tamed 
Without being maimed 
The look in my eyes 
Carried my disguise 
I have nothing but love 
For my wonderful dove 

I lifted her up
My desire was to tup
Her smile was apparent
She knew from my comment 
My anger was gone
For she is my one

She opened the gateway
For the rest of the day
I took my pleasure
She responded with measure 
The floodgates did open
Her joy screamed then spoken 

Published 7 years ago

Leave a Comment