Giving Her Control (April 5th, 2019)

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(This poem seems to be from a mans POV)

She put her hand over my mouth

Ripped out my heart and swallowed it

Gesturing to me, she whispers softly "All of this is mine"

Sealed that promise with a steel band

Of course, I don't fight any of it

Her mouth worships my cock

Says her womb will give me a child

And takes my control from me

Like they did to her

I know she remembers for she loves me harder those nights

I don't fight-

I'm not weak, but I understand she needs this

Though I keep her in her place

For that's how I can provide her with the best

Moments, Places, Material Items

God, do I love her

Even though my demons wanna crush her

I'll protect this lovely female to the very end

My fiery, independent, lovely

Newly-wed, wife

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