Underneath was printed text proclaiming 'the Woman I Love', cut out and pasted into the page. He saw her smile, and flipped the page. There was a phot... of a hotel, but not the one they stayed at on their honeymoon. He looked to her face as she read the date pasted below the photo, about three years into their marriage. He watched her face as she scrutinized the photo and he smiled as realization struck her. "I have to apologize for this one," he said as the color drained from her face. "There. THE BLOOM ON THE ROSEThe sky at sunriseAnd sundownBlushes like my cheeks,Pink with promiseThe way my buttocks areAfter they've been spanked.BLASPHEMOUS PRAISEA dome may rivalThese man-made tits of mine,From time to time,But nothing in nature can,For my breasts were madeNot by God, but man.LOVE BITESI lie motionlessWith practiced patience,Awaiting the stingOf the fleabiteUpon my bottomOr my ballsOr anywhere at allThe flea is pleasedTo pleasure me.FEMALE MIMICRYWomen are too beautiful to. With those images in my head I grab my charger cord and my laptop, motioning her out before me so I could watch that petite ass move down the stairs.“Oh and don’t forget your trunks Mark, I might as well have something to look at also!” Damn is she saying what I think she’s saying, turning around to race back to my room to get them. Racing down the stairs finding her already at her front door by the time I remember to lock mine. Racing over, she left her front door open, making it easy for me. You look tired."Nena nodded her head, "I'm O.K ... I'm fine, really." But her voice betrayed her deep fatigue. Carlos gently took her by her arm and led her into the house. He took her to the living room, so as to not wake up their useless father, who was slumbering loudly in one of the small back rooms.Nena sat down on the sofa, leaning her head back. Carlos left to get her some coffee, he made it extra strong. When he returned, Nena took the steaming mug from him gratefully. "Thank you, my.