Quatrain Polaroids

These are just a series of disparate snapshots, little flashes of thought. I sometimes use them as a writing warmup exercise. Just thought I would put some out as a distraction. If you like them, please vote and comment below, I would like to know if anyone would like to see one developed into a fuller story. Enjoy!

A Good Wife, A Good Life

Hands behind my back, flat on my back
Ankles stretched by a silver spreader bar
You work dark magic with the Hitachi wand
Until my back arches and I cry out in thanks.

Is there any more submissive, loving delight
Than to kneel before my husband, unzip his pants
And show him exactly how I feel about men
Who Protect and Provide for their family?

Dropping the kids off at practice gives us exactly
47 minutes in the abandoned back parking lot
To shoot tequila and make this minivan rock
Like a suburban Gomorrah in the wicked night.

As I watch you read goodnight books to our children
Grinning, I realize you have no idea what awaits.
I recorded an audio story for your ears only
For my mouth will be too busy for tales.

With each slow dance at your niece’s wedding
We stare in each others eyes alone on a crowded floor.
With each dancing embrace I lean in close and whisper
How I will ride you like a fucking Amazon back at the hotel.

After having been married to you for years
Neckties are blindfolds. Spatulas are paddles.
Halloween costumes have become lingerie.
Coffee tables are bought for their sturdiness.

Mercilessly teasing your cock for three nights
Though you beg still I have not let you come;
You have no idea that for your birthday tomorrow
My best friend Lisa will help us celebrate.

It amazes me how many chores I can get out of you
With merely a sports bra and some baby oil.
Bouncing and dirty talk, I’m happy to do
In return for hours of domestic toil.

I didn’t actually dose the pecan pie with Viagra
But three blowjobs later I cannot decide
Whether to tell him about my deception
Or wear my mantle of Goddess with pride.