The aristocratic inspection adding to his parlance
The laugh lines...mocking in his sure conquest
The rogue hair,unkempt,in this brutal quest
The huge hands..in humongous masculinity..pawing me
The long legs..fencing my femininity..caging me
The Line on his torso...my reason to surrender
The Scent on his nape..my reason to render
The great old jacket hanging on the doorThe jeans that lies sprawled messily on the floor
Mess that's resplendent
Mess that's my atonement
And I've become part of this beautiful mess
For I'm part of his heart..reigning it,as his duchess
Yet, I'm under his control..his command
But proud to be his own,to reward or reprimand
For his doings are honest and pure
They launch me into the skies of azure
And there lies my Heaven,
My Eden.
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