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Many a bride dreams of this night.

Many a bride dreams of this night.
Gentle loving, a bonding.
At least not a bondage,
Of treatment like property, to be taken of lightly.
Nine years of living and caring sex.
Suddenly is a placed a hex.
Things one never dreamed,
As a push against up and reamed.
Cared less a scream
From my mouth.
Tears flowing like a stream.
Feeling my marriage had gone south.
Hurting and in pain,
Wondering, what and who was this man!
Why had he morphed
Into an oaf?
Honeymoon a bust?
I knew this was but lust.
God fearing, loving soul.
Now he had different goals.
My mind swirled.
Bleeding from the rectum,
He said I’d adjust.
But that was all for a while.
Seared and shocked.
Escaping to visit my relatives
Brought a sense of saftey,
Until we took off in the air.
What was coming on the trip?
I had already been ripped.
To my surprise things leveled off.
Back to semi-normal, because never felt completely normal since.
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