Perverse Verse First

Anais Nin said it best,

"I want to do things so wild with you that I don't know how to say them."

Leaving it to a perverse mind

To conjure thoughts

Of wanton lust

Dirty talk

Filthy whispers that start

At the earlobe

And find the corresponding nerve

Endings

Did she dream of restraints?

And harnesses?

The sugar of her saliva

Dangling sloppily from

A ball gag...

Were they demure thoughts

Of sweet, closed-mouth kisses

Batting eyelashes and

Showing a little too much thigh?

Wild... meaning dreamscapes

Of pastel-colored, tulle curtains

Fluttering in a spring breeze

Scented by honeysuckle and the

Breath of innocence?

Or wild...

Breathless and sweaty

Raw and savage

Grunts and gasps

And all that is considered

Rough and uncouth

Not finding the words

Out of shame?

Out of sheer awe?

Or fear of being seen

For the first time...

As a last time for that thought

To escape her

Oh, Henry

You lucky son of a bitch