Yearning in Waltz Cadence

 Babe, fucking You pleases me down to my soul!  

And this AM You felt Giggles knock at Your hole, 

Embraced by Your warmth is a wonderful goal,

Yet we know that i like to feel “not in control.”

And into Your warmth You did not It cajole,

So You didn’t feel inside You this warm, throbbing pole.

Your Stallion instead was more like a young foal,

Behind Your back keeping a quiet patrol…

i’m grieving the loss of Your Dominant role --

i want Your respect, yet i yearn Your control!  

That’s some of what’s neat when You brand me a mole

(No matter it might make me look like a troll)

That control i once had is “for whom the bells toll" 

And i’m powerless – power i had, You done stole.

So i’m sharing, just telling You bits, nothing whole, 

"Oh Ms. Cleo, Your frannie IS Yours to control."   

~~ f ~~