An uncontrollable hold (Carly Simon’s “You Belong To Me” playing in the background)…
I have already apologized for my unkindness towards her.
She knows that I am sincere.
However, I would like to make it crystal that she has no reign here. We have been US longer than the man in the moon.
I have your heart.
It is mine.
I secured it with a ring.
I am not letting go.
She would have to kill me first.
Let her try. I am ready.
I can handle what comes my way. Who else is going to move in, groove the edges of your lips with a sweet tongue, and shimmy into the depths of your hold without missing a beat?
I have honey for lips.
You said this. You meant it.
Sugar for thighs.
You told me this. Remember?
Orbs for eyes. Maps for fingers.
I have led you places you only dreamed you could go.
No one else can do what I do. And, I know it is not you. You are luring.
Magical. Magnetic. Monumental.
I do not blame her. It is how you caught me. I searched for you. Found you. Got attached. Aura on fire. Soul all aglow.
We are new again. This will not stir our pots. The steam is a thick one, but fog is not unfamiliar. She did not know we were US. Now, she does.