Love By Force Poem by Raymond Magabe

Atleast that is what she says.
I know she thinks I am full of it these days,
she has noticed a bounce in my pace,
there is something strange about my ways,
'I love you' is now just a phrase
in my words she does not find praise,
and so I stepped up to the race,
and instead of gently sliding my hand
into hers in public, I took her hand by force.
And instead of anticipating a soft kiss
in the middle of the conversation, I kissed her to silence.
And tonight when we get home,
I will not offer to cook, I will reach for the stove.
Force my way through the kitchen
till its time for her bath,
she will find a bubble bath steaming just for her,
with a warm scent of lavender in late spring.

I will hustle my way across the city to find you.
I will spoil you by force,
and in the bedroom
I will not stroke you gently in search
of your G-spot like a well-quest in the desert,
I will drag you through the mirage of aggression
and force you to climax.
I don't care how you see my love for you,
I will love you by force.