The Chair

One day you confided to me
That if you ever married again,
The first thing you would do after the wedding
Is take your bride to the back room in the church
Find a chair and sit down
Then bend her over your knee
And show her who was boss, right from the start
As a strong-willed woman who longs to be led by an even stronger man
This made me wild with anticipation—

But a lump came in my throat
The day I walked in the back room and saw The Chair
That suddenly appeared from who knows where—
For weeks you threatened to take me there
I misbehaved on purpose
Daring to call your bluff
And it worked…

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