Writing with Charity

Fom the very first night you walked in my Chambers, I knew you were up for no good. The moment you stretched your arms to me  I leaned forward, knowing this was all wrong. When your hand caressed my thighs and made its way to my panties, I played cool but I knew this was all wrong. Ever since mommy introduced you to me  I fantasized of this day  So I relaxed as you made your way. Took off my night dress, for a moment my heart skipped, As I recalled she called you my dad. But your grip felt good on my chest that I couldn't resist. When your lips touched mine  I felt all my pleasure instincts coming to life. I braved the sheets and played your little pony. Every touch birthed a different kind of sensations, I knew it was wrong but still I called you the best Dad. I enjoyed every moment from the penetration to the orgasms.  Trust me I didn't wanna hurt my mom  But I couldn't starve myself from you too So I made peace with the fact that I was your late night sn...

He blamed the bottle, For I was his queen, But it controlled his subconsciousness. A Bruised face and a black eye,  Became my morning signature. But he knew not what the night had served me. He was my doctor everyday Nursing the wounds he had drawn on me Apologies were our daily breakfast  Trying to erase images of a night he didn't recall. He was a king by day, But every nightfall The bottle brought a monster in my house. A victim I was,  but for love sake, he was my monster. At night he yearned for my blood  Trying to quench his thirsty soul  Hoping he'd feel man enough. But all he did was sent me to an early grave. Hidden in the name of love  "for better for worse" I stayed, caged with a diamond ring. Blaming it all on a bottle of whiskey.