Belladonna words

She nips me with her  
       Belladonna words  
     she savors feigning  
      some wicked proclivities  
    hoping to elicit strange emotions  
  and a darkness she finds attractive  
and suspects is  
hidden deep within me  
   
  Suffused with my  
    glowing antics, she  
     eventually succumbs to  
       my simple, sentimental tricks  
   
         I warm her up a sweet cup of  
          chamomile tea, pouring out  
           her yearnings and desires.  
   
           When she's satisfied  
            I'm care-free and full  
             of happy things  
            
              Living in the wonderment of  
              her crimson-slivered smile  
              I stand watching her in awe  
             (she soaks her Nirvana T-shirt)  
            while watering geraniums  
         outside...  
  on our front lawn