The War of Romance

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.