Well Trained

Even when she’s traveling,
He makes the bed,
And replaces
As best he can,
The decorative pillows.

When she’s so challenged by her work,
And asks for his help,
He rushes to support her,
Regardless of the cost
To his own schedule.

When she wants more than anything,
To settle down for a quiet dinner
At home,
On a Saturday night,
His only question
Is what menu
She dreams for him
To prepare.

These arrangements are
Neither complicated,
Nor unusual.

Certainly,
He serves her,
Because he is
Totally committed
To this beautiful muse…

And loves her,
Deeply.

But there’s another secret
Shaping his performance…
And providing him pleasure.

Without question,

She has sculpted him
To understand her needs,
To understand…

Her.

No doubt,
She has him trained…

So,

Well trained.

 

 

 

© 2018 W. C. Stacia, Jr.

22 thoughts on “Well Trained

    1. Good morning Vera. See…I told you that today’s post would be so much more positive…yes? And to your earlier comment on a previous post, I find it very difficult to read what’s on a woman’s mind. Something about “coy” as I recall. 🙂

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      1. No, not necessarily. They can always make different choices. It puzzles me sometimes why men do not leave them be, walk away. They must be gluttons for pain.
        Then again, having said all that, if they manage to intuit them, work out perhaps the missing piece in their life, so-to-speak, things could be rather different.
        Hey, I am divulging too much. The women of this world will hold me to account.
        We make great friends, don’t you think, Bill?

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