I'm pressed upon
At rising levels....
At vocals,at thoughts
At breaths and now at beats.
Little had I known;
That consent meant lack of choice,
An achy uterus and silent cries.
And numerous nightmares
With open eyes!
So,I resorted to disagreement.
And disagreement sighs...
As you left me
With bleeding holes and lashed thighs.
Pardon me for once
For mine's no longer flexible
To content your wisdomed privilege!?
And curse me hard;
Until the lust in your core
Destroys the love in mine!
Allow me a choice, this time....
Uncaptivated by promises or lies.
And let me nurture those rising levels
My words,my mind,my nares and heart
To be malleable
Unlike the half-hearted 7 circles
Around burnings woods
And fragile oaths.
The bondage we were meant to share
The institution of marriage they say.
Freedom is all I ask for?
So, free me from the distress.
I'm frail to be your mistress.
21 JUN 2017 AT 2:26