The Rules

Uncomplicated, this child's game.
He says, Please?
She says, "I cant."
He, Why not?
She, "I'm not that type of girl."

Then she spends twenty minutes disproving the theory until,
Mother calls.
She answers, "Mom?"
Mom, Come inside now.
She, "Be right there."

Its a lie. He pulls her into his lap,
silencing meager protests with full-lipped kisses.

He insists, Now.
She resists, "Later."
He, Promise?
She, "Cross my heart."