As we laid on our bed
Staring at each other in silence
Her brown eyes
Her long brown hair splayed on the pillow
A blush lingering her cheeks
Her swollen lips
My wife looked at me with adoration
With love in her eyes
A love I would never deserve
I was a selfish and greedy bastard
I lived through all those times just to get to this moment
With her
Now that I finally have her
I will never let her go
Until death do us part
Just before we were one whole
It was not enough for me
I needed her more
I need her
I needed her ever hour, minute, and second
Yet that would still not be enough
Without her I am nothing
I am no one
There is no me without her
I don't need nothing or anyone
Just her
Mrs. Menshikov, I would do anything you want me to. I would do anything for you. Whatever you want.
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La Salvadora | POETRY
RomanceVladimir Menshikov, Russian Mob Boss, writes poetry for his angel Mrs. Menshikov. This poetry follows moments he cherishes. For example when he met her, when he actually talked to her, when she actually let him be hers, and just works about their li...
