The War of Our Romance (mild erotica)
She was so lovely when she smiled -
a lavender vision in yonder field.
But oh, the brutal battles we fought
screaming and yelling word daggers.
Assault aimed in loud sound waves
piercing our bones and laying waste
to our battered war torn souls.
Ragged stimulus to evolving lust
she bit my lips first in anger
and then sucked ravenously on them
with a purity that belied her truth.
I grabbed her wet naked body
as she turned from me with scorn.
My frustration mounted, peaks of rage
I held her down and plunged within.
She freed one hand and slapped my face
then moaned and trailed her tongue
like a wet snail down my torso,
brought me to that liquid place once again
before leaving me alone in tangled sheets
disdain for me walking with her footsteps.
The war bruising our tattered pith
began to raise its threatening battle cries.
Reluctantly I knew I must arm myself and fight
challenge of battleground before she destroyed me,
trapping me wavering in our war zone forever.