Quickly sliding from first base, “Let’s cut straight to the chase”,
I better pull my finger out … on the double.
Didn’t surprise me when she said, “Before we go to bed,
need to change into something more … comfortable.”
She’s no saint, that’s for certain.
She’s my bitch no German/useless virgin.
When she wears her:
Bet the look upon my face, the first time she dropped the lace,
her body painted in latex … was a picture.
You gotta be yankin’ my chain? She whispered “Baby I like pain.”
I choked her half to death and then … horse-whipped her.
My subservient slave, has learned how to behave,
she minds her Ps and Qs or else .. well she likes pain.
©29.8.2018 Andrew Robert Chapman
She’s no saint, no Sunday sermons,
was something to behold