Sick Marriage

    
       “He takes care of home, but won’t fuck    
      “He takes care of the kids, but won’t fuck    
      “He gives her whatever she ask, but won’t fuck    
      “Now she’s contemplating about head-hunting for the nut,    
   
      “In the beginning he always called her baby    
Telling her she would forever be his special lady,    
      “That he would always treat her brand new    
Now he looks at her like dog shit found on his shoe,    
   
      “For months and heartbreaking years she attempts to hold on    
Trying new things like sending sweet and nasty pics and text to his phone,    
      “Mainly his reply ‘why you send this shit to my cell’    
Followed by him leaving frustrated as hell,    
   
      “Every denial causes her deep hurt    
But vow committed-she still tries to make it work,    
      “Even when the strong urge overwhelms her to step out    
She watch porn and masturbate until she pass out,    
   
      “Or sometimes stopping and crying before she’s done    
Because what she desires is the feel of her husband’s cum,    
      “His touch or even a loving, kind word    
But nothing takes flight, like a new baby bird,    
   
      “Isolation of herself becomes more of the norm when he’s gone    
As shadows of him mirage throughout their home,    
      “At the point of possible no return she picks up her phone    
And dials a number she has been keeping for so long,    
   
      “Conversation, writing and attention opens the door    
Back into a lost world she misses and long for,    
      “Beautiful days and passionate nights she so desirably yearn    
Causing her marriage loyalty to crack and burn,    
   
      “Now her new connection has been going on for a week    
Making her smile and wet everytime she now sleep,    
      “But she have a doubt if this is the way she should heal    
Can she cope with and swallow the adultery pill?”