Love Song to Rochester
Nights, I am Jane Eyre
ready to submit in the
warm of silk
to Rochester.
My Rochester! Once he
was
Beauty's beast. I
stole him
from the undeserving
thing. Then he was Jackman
as Wolverine.
His claws made me mad
with anticipation.
Avengers past, my Rochester
is large and green and
mean.
I close my eyes and
imagine
crying in delight
as he tears through
me, passionate,
sweet. Therein
lies his brutality.
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