Power Play
I will become fifty-three.
Reflection is on my mind.
Questions of my choices I must admit to the guilt.
Oh, what I left in the past behind.
My main concern is now where to go.
Reviewing my life, I look at choices
Of men that lead to blow or pro.
Do I stay with the one of authoritative voice?
That before marriage was kind?
Then turned life into a power play?
Suddenly I became all thine?
Property describes me to you now on that Wedding Day!
Advanced our sex life became.
No gentle caress,
Only the desire to blame and shame.
Starting with my breasts.
Fondle and grab staking your claim
Hopes
Dashed
As hood and ropes appear while you gloat.
Hands tied and hood applied, even though I thrashed.
**** doesn’t occur in marriage.
You want; is what is important.
Up my ass you send your message,
Impressing upon me your indoctrination.
Telling me I am yours forever with no escape.
Sticking things in my pussy.
Engagement present was a tape
Even though I asked.
My dear only a slut gives out the Director’s cut.
On top you gave me Polaroids, now done on androids. Quite graphic.
You have pinched my tits.
Never holding back.
Even with hits.
Saying I exist in your “Sugar Shack!”
Three decades
Total
A Christian with many shades,
Acting as an immortal.
Really haven’t said no nor you did I deny.
Where the time went?
Once was all I cried.
Why?
Finally, said with meaning I will leave.
After being called a slut, ho and ungodly.
Remember the other
That provided me with candles and a bath.
Although he did put warm (not hot) wax on my areola’s.
Fuzzy feelings of true love, looking back, I see he fostered.
Good wine to drink,
He always brought.
Kissed me everywhere with just a few shades of kink.
Saying I had nice looks; often a glance he shot
Death aught
Not be where Tommy landed.
Picked you for love,
And was shoved.
Now it is time I hand
You some of what you dished.
Fear was my life with you. Squish!
Awaken the person
Once was now going through this trauma.
Can this worsen?
Time to insert a comma in this drama
Agreed to marital counseling
I did.
I thought I would maintain.
However, it figures of course, I decide divorce.
Freedom is my need,
Best you head
Warnings,
I am strong now, could put you in mourning.
Power Play; Compare and Contrast! Which way to go?
Always do a double take. Often those quoting God are extremely flawed.
To the point of being a fraud.
Reflection is on my mind.
Questions of my choices I must admit to the guilt.
Oh, what I left in the past behind.
My main concern is now where to go.
Reviewing my life, I look at choices
Of men that lead to blow or pro.
Do I stay with the one of authoritative voice?
That before marriage was kind?
Then turned life into a power play?
Suddenly I became all thine?
Property describes me to you now on that Wedding Day!
Advanced our sex life became.
No gentle caress,
Only the desire to blame and shame.
Starting with my breasts.
Fondle and grab staking your claim
Hopes
Dashed
As hood and ropes appear while you gloat.
Hands tied and hood applied, even though I thrashed.
**** doesn’t occur in marriage.
You want; is what is important.
Up my ass you send your message,
Impressing upon me your indoctrination.
Telling me I am yours forever with no escape.
Sticking things in my pussy.
Engagement present was a tape
Even though I asked.
My dear only a slut gives out the Director’s cut.
On top you gave me Polaroids, now done on androids. Quite graphic.
You have pinched my tits.
Never holding back.
Even with hits.
Saying I exist in your “Sugar Shack!”
Three decades
Total
A Christian with many shades,
Acting as an immortal.
Really haven’t said no nor you did I deny.
Where the time went?
Once was all I cried.
Why?
Finally, said with meaning I will leave.
After being called a slut, ho and ungodly.
Remember the other
That provided me with candles and a bath.
Although he did put warm (not hot) wax on my areola’s.
Fuzzy feelings of true love, looking back, I see he fostered.
Good wine to drink,
He always brought.
Kissed me everywhere with just a few shades of kink.
Saying I had nice looks; often a glance he shot
Death aught
Not be where Tommy landed.
Picked you for love,
And was shoved.
Now it is time I hand
You some of what you dished.
Fear was my life with you. Squish!
Awaken the person
Once was now going through this trauma.
Can this worsen?
Time to insert a comma in this drama
Agreed to marital counseling
I did.
I thought I would maintain.
However, it figures of course, I decide divorce.
Freedom is my need,
Best you head
Warnings,
I am strong now, could put you in mourning.
Power Play; Compare and Contrast! Which way to go?
Always do a double take. Often those quoting God are extremely flawed.
To the point of being a fraud.
9 years ago