She said

“That I am a prism

through which

the beauty of her life

refracts”

To me, she is my rainbow

~

An eternity is not enough

for her to ride my pen

For those scripts

that I pin

so deep within

and show each of her

vibrant colours

~

I rejoice when

I see her ache

then grip the sheets

Savage and fierce

as I slip and slide

my verbs in vulgarity

My lines of raw prose

over and over

grind her desires slow

keeping her in edge

When all she wants

Is to glide on my words

All night long

Sated.