Happy in her life
Thoughts of other things
She’s already a wife
She wears a wedding ring
She dreams of a man
Somebody who is different
Someone not in her life plan
This would be significant
She’d be his girl
They’d care for each other
She has a head full of curls
They’d be passionate lovers
Sex would not be routine
They’d play lots of games
She’d be his loving queen
He’d call her lots of names
He’d teach her how to be
Pleasing to his tastes
He’d enjoy her beauty
They’d move in a slow pace
He’d buy her presents
Explain what she’d wear
It would be at his expense
He’d admire her from his chair
She’d be his bedroom whore
His loving little slut
Always begging for more
He’d slap her on her butt
She craves his loving touch
She gives him the love he needs
She loves him too much
He loves to fill her with his seed
These things cannot be
These thoughts are a fantasy
At this time, she cannot flee
Her life is sometimes agony
