Make Me Your Mke (Wife) Poem by Bree Z Love

Chances are you'd enjoy every meal prepared and settled; before you.
Chances are the rumbling in your body; emasculates you.
Chances are the hidden, ego can longer stand a chance.

Intentionally, I was fondly prepared.
Intentionally, I was carved from the bone.
Intentionally, I was veiled to keep it strong.

Expectantly, I feed you.
Expectantly, I seduce you.
Expectantly, I love you.


As your mke, We feast.
As your mke, We make love.
In conjugal, We are as one.