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Sometimes marriage is a license for raping.


Submitted:May 21, 2007    Reads: 2,855    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   


Wedding night

Husband and wife

He holds her

She looks down

He lifts her face

Moist eyes

He kissed

She let him do

He carried to bed

Her dress stripped

Her thoughts hidden

He tasted her flesh

She imagined her lover

Still waiting for union

Luck separated them

Husband snored beside

She kept sobbing

Tears dried on cheeks

Blood dried on sheet

Light red to crimson.





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