Domestic Violence

domestic violence

How universes apart
Is the slap of her beautiful jawline,
To the slap of her buttocks
When she is sprawled all over,
On your comfy lap.

How easy for a woman
To make a whore of herself, the lipstick boulevards
That she enters and the soon after, when she will
Hold you like a guardian angel, the twists
And the turns of being her,
The perennial woman, who can never-ever be,
Your crash test dummy or the chinaware,
To your slippery palms.

And a broken hymen,
She will only regret in silence,
And never in admission,
What is light years apart,
From a broken lip.

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