Many A Bride Dreams Of This Night.
Many a bride dreams of this night.
Gentle loving, a bonding.
At least not a bondage,
Of treatment like property, to be taken of lightly.
Nine years of living and caring sex.
Suddenly is a placed a hex.
Things one never dreamed,
As a push against up and reamed.
Cared less a scream
From my mouth.
Tears flowing like a stream.
Feeling my marriage had gone south.
Hurting and in pain,
Wondering, what and who was this man!
Why had he morphed
Into an oaf?
Honeymoon a bust?
I knew this was but lust.
God fearing, loving soul.
Now he had ...