Modern Day Motions

I am the harrowed whore who has your heart beat humming I've got you all strung up, harassed, helpless, and hopelessly horny Tied up and tormented, teased, playing between pleasure and pain Somewhat fearfully fantasizing, anticipating a final crescendo of climax The same decorum filled dame who amuses with wit, grace and charm Exposing, expelling anecdotes that amuse and leave theam all in awe You delight diners with alchemy of exquisite creations of sustenance Textures, tastes anoint their palates playfully, masquerading art for eating We retire to Egyptian cotton, black out curtains, lay our backs down bare Serendipitously slumber starts her séance, you take your side, I take mine Classic compositions cause chaos as the drilling of the altruistic alarm awakes AM military efficiency executed, you growl I grin, week wages wins once again I dominate deliver design brave battle against pin stripes, slick hair, bad suits Articulate for a sinner disguised as a saint, who side steps St Peter’s Gilded Gates Once more I am jousting for the judge, for the jaded jury for victory and misplaced justice Penance prevents prosecutes my vocal chords, glass entombed, I kill a few trees His senses are avalanched onset by the perfection proportion of fresh farm produce It cacophonies him for mass requiem silence for this is his religion his food ritual Sculpting textural layering creating whilst the symphony of pots pans staccato steadily Perfume permeating teasing tasting the organic opposites that now become brothers While the day is done, the sun seeks shelter and the stars still share secrets I look to you, still the same awe inspired rainbow seeking child wasting no regrets Whilst I evoke cascading emotion, whip up a storm, you simply still me, anchor me Laugh at my childish tantrums allow me no command nor captain, you stand aside me