it's a dangerous time beneath the covers.
dreams spin their willing webs,
mysterious bites appear, red stings thighs and
she is raging.

my crazyloving girl!
pull her down,
hold her tight, try to gag her hot demands under
this heavy down quilt.

she'll squirm and writhe and beg, but-
it's no use cussing at me, girlie,
you've caused enough trouble with your defiant pulsations,
rampant, stupid call to love.

don't you know, fool slut.
it's no good.
diggin' those long strong legs in, toes pushing off,
heedless savage undaunted booty rising.

years of love in her pounding,
beating, ready heartbody.
it's all coming out tonight.
but I won't let her go.

she'd fly so fast,
claim those night streets unwalked her own, her territory.
leap honey-laden sill on silent lynx paws
and stand fierce, naked before him.

I can wrestle her down,
bind her to our bed,
let her passion arch rich, brilliant, useless flares against the sheets.
I can tell her again she's a bloody fool.

but she's a strong one.
absurdly powerful in fact.
it's no damn good, I repeat over and over, like a mantra.
she simply won't believe.

It's no damn good.