Still, she never truly asked
if time and attention was hers
to gift and share as she pleases.
Still, she’s the one with the contract
our working document
spelling out the terms
how and when we’ll interact.
She insists this all just an act
playing the perfect princess
who’s a little too noble to share
and she swears she needs the discipline.
Heads turn and watch, they stare really,
and I love watching her play her part.
“i give my permission to just one, Sir”
and I smile at her because,
this lifestyle in the wrong hands
can have disastrous affects.
Still, the girl must please as she wants
she’s something of a throw back,
she insists, the world is full of this
these ancient traditions and contracts.
Trust, she says to this arrangement,
that if it wasn’t pleasurable for her
she wouldn’t be doing it.
It, I say to her
can’t be quantified alone
to say you choose is wrong
what happens when you loose control?
There we were,
her own words hung heavily
she turned with a brilliant smile
“we’ll just have to see,
now won’t we?”
The girl and her thorn
digging into her palm deeply
she has so much more to give
it’s 4am and it’s time to awake her.
Thank you always
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Lovely words.. Thank You
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