Mimi - Mona Erotic Poetry: oh, how he loves me

have been away on a much needed vacation but did a little work even while I was having fun...which reminds me. I tried on a new dress, stepped outside the curtained dressing area, looked in the mirror, then said, "You know, there's just no way to make this look hot." To which he replied, "I think you could pull off pudding if you wore it." And, so I wrote...

©oh, how he loves me

Mona Arizona

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oh, how he loves me

with his knife to my throat

begging for promises

that I’d never leave

that I’d always stay

oh, how he loves me

with failed advances

and failed attempts

to unbutton his jeans

to unzip mine

oh, how he loves me

to wear a mask

to dress up for a role

to let him in the back door

when the front was open

oh, how he loves me

chained to the railing

of the basement stairs

or pinned to the wall

or bound in the moving train

oh, how he loves me

to blow his mind

and trap me between

his quivering thighs

suffocating my sighs

oh, how he loves me

through the laughs

and the madness

and eccentricities

of my crazy love bites

oh, how he continues to love me
day after day after day after—