I am the epitome of that old cliche’
A vixen by night
A schoolmarm by day.
In the light of day, I’m Clark Kent with my glasses on
In the heat of the night, I’m Wonder Woman
Gold whip and all.
I look like your normal, average girl-next-door
But, I don’t cook nor clean
Don’t do windows nor floors.
He picks up the slack and does my bidding
If he wants release
He knows I’m not kidding.
But, if we’re in public and he makes a scene
Onlookers are shocked
To see I’m the Queen.
I refuse to tolerate back-talk or rubbish
And when we get home
He knows he’ll be punished.
Our bedroom looks normal; a typical abstraction
But, open a closet
You might find my dungeon.
I’m not a mean Mistress, not one little bit
He trusts me
As I lead by whip and by wit.
To the rest of the world, our life is average
Few folks would understand
Our Female-Led Marriage.
So we carry on like an average pair
We’ll pretend that we’re normal
So no one will stare.
They’ll say I’m so nice, so normal, so sweet
We’ll look at each other
We know I’m the Queen.
I may seem normal, but if I’m being forthright:
I’m a schoolmarm by day
And a vixen by night.
Diva’s Loving Leadership (c) 2016