You

I know I've married once or twice.....or if you're picky, call it thrice.
But honestly, how can you doubt, that my commitment bears no clout?
For you, my beauty, sleek and black, I'd gladly lay upon my back....
or stand.....or bend....or sit astride.....the way that makes your eyes grow wide!
And even though it's such a chore, i'll be your dirty, filthy whore!
With whips and chains and mask of gimp, but not on me!.....'cos I'm a wimp.
I'll mould my body into you, the way that only I can do,
and slowly we will breath as one, a moment's calm before the fun.
I'll cook you up some greasy scoff and watch you dive into your trough!
A sex noise frenzy as you eat, just like a pervy pig on heat!
But oh I love that sound so much when you are nuzzling in my crutch!
I even love your high pitched squeal, as every drop of jis you feel...
your very essence filling me.......Before the cramp starts in your knee!
I love that when you slashed your leg, you took it like a real good egg.
Yet faced with teeny, tiny ails, all my neighbours hear your wails!
I love your deep and manly voice....hands on hips like Lady Joyce.
'Little teapot' springs to mind as I sit watching from behind.
I love your tender, magic hands, your teasing, pleasing, oral glans.
The piercing in the perfect place to spark the orgasm we chase!
I love the way you're always right and not afraid to stand and fight,
defiant in your moral stance, shooting words in anger's dance!
I love the way you cede defeat, as you accept that you've been beat,
and gently make me smile again, aggression swirling down the drain.
I love the way you wrap me in, so strong, I feel so feminine.
Your heartbeat reassuring me that we will go on happily.
I love the way you make me laugh, or spout such sop, I wanna' barf!
But more than anything you do.....I love you just because you're you.