The dark walls shake in apartment nine o nine,
Nine Inch Nails blares as bodies bump and grind.
Nine wrappers lie about and not the food kind,
Dregs remain of a bottle of Block Nine wine,
Wrists tug nine loose knots, that supple leather binds,
She has followed his nine rules, a dozen times,
This cool silk against her eyes, truly doesn’t blind,
Lost in lessons, yet parts of herself she finds,
As he nips her neck, bends her willing spine.
*A wee touch of 50 Shades for you ... ;-)
Written Jan 12 2013