Bend over and accept him
sometimes quicker than desired,
compliment his manhood, tell him work ethic is good
beautiful liar,
His pride is the responsibility of your heart
don’t let him down,
He’s more fragile than testosterone will allow him to admit
he’s gender bound,
Cook for him, act like you love it;
Replace his beer and endure his quips as you bend over by the oven;
Act pleased, when he grabs your ass unexpectedly, though sometimes you rather he not touch it;
But you know he loves it
so you play good wife at home and in public
When did love turn choirs, compliance, & obligations? but he’s your husband
Damn…the reality of a woman, is so numbing
In a man’s world, a woman’s value outside of her love and body that we hover, trying to discover, what she covers,
because it’s all we covet…is nothing