You bear down on me
As I try to rise from the bed
Sadisticly holding me at bay
I- restraining the desire to move
Against you

The bondage of my hands
Strapped by the hips
As you tear down my thighs
Closing my eyes
With your searing grip down my spine

I've tried to be rid of you
Done what I could
Even ..run
But it did now good
You just follwed me, like an evil stalker

You're a cad....Arthur
The worse kind
Cruel, as you are
On body and mind
As you sieze me

Watch out..my friends
For Arthur is not faithful to me
He swings both ways
On the gender scale
Dominating....distructive....obscene

Subtle, at times
But his iron grip can be
A force to reckon with
Finding your moans and groans
His anthem

Your screams
His delight
Look for him to visit
Like a phantom in the night
And know him by his name
Arthur-Itis

*if i didn't laugh at it i'd cry. it can be a real chore to get up at times and though the condition is not funny at all..you know me...make light of stuff that makes me uncomfortable. i should really write one about beets..but i gag on the thought! *wink*
hugs...love and lots of good stuff.....k