Lover Boy

She wants to be on top.

I say, "go for it!"

But shutter a bit, wondering,

"will I ever reign over her again?"

So I am dazed in uncertainty

As I prefer her on top,

I, being a heavy brute, crush the breath from her

And I do not wish her moment distracted.

Is there no reconciliation among the sexes?

Am I captive?

Am I bewitched?

If so, she's the most lovely witch I have ever known!

Now, if you'll excuse me...

She's calling me back to bed

For another round

And I am her lover boy.