Conflict (Trilogy)

I:

Innocent liar
Good will can be relative
Innocence questioned

II:

He’s so un-thank-full
This anger is not for him
She’s so un-thought-full

My good deeds - not good enough
Nice tries prove irrelevant

These tears and sobs twist
Try to blame him- can’t be you
Quivering she smokes

III:

Tail between her legs
Purposely still charging him
Then her eyes open

Please don’t cause the sabotage
Please don’t slaughter our home

Tears are quiet now
In the shadows, he holds her
They are as they were

Hands hold her wrists – he’s inside
Feeling so full, she whispers:

I only meant to love you
I never meant to hurt you

Map of a Worshipped Man

Black boots lead to firm calves.
Firm calves lead to knees only I can weaken.
These weak knees lead to hard thighs
Hard thighs lead to my lust, my love and two soft cheeks.
Then the small waist and that great back and those beautiful broad shoulders.

Sweet hands lead to mighty arms
Mighty arms - KeepMeSoClose - KeepMeSoSafe.

In front comes that well loved chest and that bite marked neck and that tongue I'd like to swallow.

Above there's that cute crooked nose and those pool blue eyes and that brow I hate to see furrow.

Then those pretty perfect ears
(well, only one hears)

And inside is, a man far beyond his years.

This is my man, he's the only one and
I am his endlessly and forever.