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Poemission
A Simple Writing Assignment
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She confessed to becoming bored
with our impossible romance,
given she was not free to surrender herself to Me,
and We slammed into that wall
every time We spoke in whispered desire.
I had always understood her quandary,
and strove to be gentle in My proddings,
but when she allowed that the role of victim
was more comfortable for her,
I shouldered the blame to excuse her from guilt,
making wickedly delicious demands
to keep her on edge,
so perhaps with but a puff of wind
she would fall My way.

Go, I commanded, and sit before your vanity mirror,
the place where you behold your beauty
and count your flaws.
There, slip one finger inside your treasured purse
where I truly belong,
then stir, slowly, slowly for Me,
until the tap of honey wine has opened
and runs freely.
And with that wet finger,
write My name upon the mirror,
right where you see your tender eyes
yearning for Me,
your parted lips hungry for Me.
Now, press your pleasure button
and roll it with your thumb
as you read My name,
chant My name,
making a prayer of My name
until your dam bursts and washes away
any doubts of your want for Me.
Leave that inscription glistening on the glass
as the seconds of your alone time tick away,
not to be erased until after
you have welcomed your husband home,
your head swimming with concealed desire
and the daring to be caught.

Naturally she obeyed,
as obliging Me
admitted Me
even deeper inside her,
and from across this great distance,
that was exactly where she wanted Me.