Whoa, back up Mister
Or would you prefer I ask, “Pretty Please?”
With my bottom lip sticking out?
Don’t expect to find me strewn and pouting all about your laces
Loosely hanging from your vapid shoes
There is not enough bitter salt or rusty nails
Adam’s Eve, ‘Bating-the-Master’
Best played out while you console your limp ego
To all you disillusioned boys, praying to find something alabaster and malleable
Dreaming of sticking and squishing it between your tongue and the roof of your mouth
Its tough skin and red fiber making a sweet and grainy resin
But don’t forget—something you can protect
Making daddy proud as you detach from your mother’s hip
To give me your last name and seed
With a womb for which to carry it
Like this makes me biologically incapable of actually enjoying a good fuck
Heh, well now that’s a calling to save my soul
All us pussy-cats and paper dolls causing you to salivate and lust
They’ll try to sit my dirty ass in a velvet pew, kind of kinky don’t ya think?
Listening to a man drone on about my proper submission
What? To you? Ha!
Shnookums, I thought you liked it when I was on top?
“But not past this patriarchical line,” some of them bock!
As they circle signs and petitions declaring my body a lawsuit
How dare we carry such a natural power
And if it was just one night, would you just call me a fornicating slut
Healing your self-respect as if I was in need of some special humbling
Or, if I said, “No!” Sit begging while prescribing me a tease
Could I then be your wife?
For example, Deuteronomy 21, 11-14
12: Then thou shalt bring her home to thine house, and she shall shave her head, and pare her nails;
13: And she shall put the raiment of her captivity from off her, and shall remain in thine house, and bewail her father and her mother a full month: and after that thou shalt go in unto her, and be her husband, and she shall be thy wife.
14: And it shall be, if thou have no delight in her, then thou shalt let her go whither she will; but thou shalt not sell her at all for money, thou shalt not make merchandise of her, because thou hast humbled her.
14:4—These are they which were not defiled with women; for they are virgins. These are they which follow the Lamb whithersoever he goeth. These were redeemed from among men, being the firstfruits unto God and to the Lamb
Staking me his “Bride,”
Oops, stole your trophy
In this gorgeous white lace and gown
Honey, sugar, baby, I dare you to make this fruit my fault
Trying to mold me into something that makes you more comfortable
As if I was a syrup tart, satiating only to your saliva
Put that damn chain away, I am not an extension of you
HE couldn’t handle that, could you?