Interlude

The graphic interludes that he will share
With her ensure enjoyment will, sometimes,
Mean she loses track - would he just dare
To cross a Rubicon; boldly inclined
To erase lines that are drawn in the sand?
Or boundaries that meander like a stream?
He has the means to apply a firm hand,
In such a way the girl is bound to cream
Without too much delay; impediments
Can be ignored, discarded as a waste
Of time and effort; when her recompense
Awaits her in the thought that he's debased
Her to new levels that will suit her moods,
Which stay wide open to such interludes.