Masqued Erotica...

I asked if she'd spend the night Her answer puzzled me Only if we fight Was her reply to me Aback I stood, with a hesitant grin And asked her to explain Explaining fuels my anger within You either want me, or refrain An aggressive lass she be, per-se But I thought that might be hot She changed into a negligée And I felt my jaw line drop Until it all became quite clear As to the fighting, anger in play As she stood arms spread with a sneer And In her hands, a thick knotted chain Holy %#*@! , much more than I bargained for Tho', adventure in measure can thrill She left in a huff, with a slam of my door Tonight my shower will chill! Revised & Reposted August 18th, MMXVI Frank James Ryan, Jr. -All Rights Reserved-