Wife

By Pause Reflect Move Forward

Copyright ©2026

God damn, he’s sexy 

I hope he lets me 

Look into his eyes 

As he is between my thighs 

And grabs my breasts

I must confess 

I like my hair a mess 

My cum on my finger 

And let the smell linger 

In the air

Because we don’t fucking care 

About what others say 

To us, it has been a great day 

We don’t know what tomorrow will bring 

Or if I will have another ring 

What I do know is this 

We know how to kiss 

His lips on my neck, I hope he will let 

Me suck on his balls

Right after I crawl on the floor

And beg for more 

He made eating my pussy his job 

And I loved to suck on his knob 

I don’t care 

What you think 

That man had me on the brink 

Of a nervous breakdown 

Who does he think he is? 

After all, I had all those kids 

Built an empire 

And watched it crumble 

It sure has made me fucking humble 

and grateful, not hateful

I know I’m a handful 

So use both hands 

And get ready to ride

The ride of your life

Because I will always and forever be your wife 

About the Author:

 Pause Reflect Move Forward writes across multiple forms of poetry, erotic, reflective, and raw, always rooted in intention, authority, and truth. Freelance writer and entrepreneur. Find her at @PauseReflectMoveForward.