Ramblings from the Spike-Focused Fan

When he talks, I feel like sinning.
I become a Cheshire grinning
everytime he tilts his head
or caresses Buffy through a door.
Buffy Hour finds me peeking,
Kids come running, "what's that shrieking?"
Is the water heater leaking,
leaking on your brand new floor?
Nope, just sweat from every pore.

White hot blondie in a duster
All bravado, sneer and bluster
sends my bosom heaving in
a meltdown; leaves me wanting more.
Be he soft or devil lover -
Fun to watch as he discovers
pleasure as he rides above her
rocking to a swelling score.
(Lose the bedsheet, I implore!)

It's so hard to watch him flounder,
lost in love, He'd like to pound her.
Used, abused, conflicted,
I don't see how he can take much more.
Curse that Buffy, how she's blinded
by old love, so single minded
that she cannot, will not see
the love she chooses to ignore.
Stuck in pain from life before.

So what's next? I dare not wonder.
How will he repair his blunder?
Angry desperation summons
William's soul to be restored.
This is quite a tricky topic,
Joss, not very philanthropic,
Leaves us hints too microscopic
Virgin ground to be explored.
But at least we're never bored!

Four weeks hence it starts again,
I'll snuggle in my cozy den,
and sit enthralled as Joss and gang
reveal what we have waited for.
VCR's will all be taping,
as we watch with mouths agaping
into Sunnydale escaping
With these people we adore.
Can't help wonder what's in store?