Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays --
Days I get to spend with Emerald,
Also referred to as my chameleon angel,
For whatever I desire, she grants me.
Doctor
Lawyer
Detective
Pirate
Cheerleader
I relay what I want,
And within minutes,
Inside our private room,
Emerald amazes on every occasion.
Tonight was our 100th meeting.
Having mentioned it to her last week,
She surprised me,
Already having a show planned.
Upon stepping into the cozy room,
My jaw collapsed to the carpet,
As startled eyes observed my Emerald,
Perched on a desk with a ruler in hand.
Ruby lips grinning, she slapped the ruler against her palm,
Hypnotic eyes staring from behind black, rectangular glasses.
You're late for class, she said, pointing toward a chair,
Which I swiftly settled into, apologizing for my tardiness.
As music played, Emerald slid from the desk,
Black Maryjane high heels carrying her toward me.
She straddled me in a dangerously short pinstripe skirt,
Caressing my cheek with the ruler.
Hips swaying in perfect rhythm with the music,
A firm rear soon occupied my lap.
She teasingly unbuttoned a jacket,
Revealing cleavage squeezed into a cropped tie front top.
Jacket soon removed and tossed,
Emerald grinded into me, stirring my hunger.
Eye contact kept, the top was untied.
Beholding her bounty, I had to lick my lips.
Knowing what I liked, she stood up,
Leaning forward to jiggle them in my face,
Intoxicating ginger eliciting a smile,
Which my angel returned.
I love you, Emerald, I finally admitted.
Beaming, she turned away from me,
Leisurely slipping out of the skirt.
In a black thong, she resettled on my lap.
Do you love me? I dared to inquire.
Tattooed back pressed to my front,
I temporarily buried my face in her neck.
Of course I love you, sugar.
Emerald's heavenly mouth spilled untruths.
If she loved me,
She wouldn't have declined,
My invitation for a date.
If she loved me,
I wouldn't have had to hide in the parking lot,
With a chloroform soaked cloth,
Waiting for her shift to end.
It's alright since I'm a patient individual.
Perhaps by another one-hundred dances,
Performed in the comfort of my basement,
My angel, my Emerald, will truly love me.