The Inevitable

Sometimes,

it was that look in her eyes.

Often,

it was the way she softly called

his name.

Frequently,

it was the breathy moan of her 

river in motion.

Tonight,

it was her 

pretty little heart beat

that echoed

loudly through the room,

the anticipation intoxicating.

Owned.

Cherished.

Vulnerable

as she waited for

the inevitable...