Did I Brush The Hair On Her Head

Did I prepare my soul mate for the man she now dates; did I brush the hair on her head?
Did I feel highly-strung knowing he is well hung, and it’s for him my wife’s legs have been spread?
When he came to the house to pleasure my spouse, did they both laugh when she told him I’d fled?
When he lifted her whole and lowered her onto his pole did the boards creak from his heavier tread?
When she made such a din when his dark member slid in, was I still glad it is her that I wed?
And when the noise of their mating was so annoying and grating, did I spend the night in my shed?
And when I sat alone while she was impaled on his bone, could I still say that my love was not dead?
Downstairs could I tell, he was banging her hard and so well by the noise from the creaking bedstead?
Have I not felt such pain when he had her time and again, to make sure she’d been thoroughly bred?
Did I offer him money to stop screwing my honey, did he reply, “Cuckold you ain’t got enough bread!”
And did I stifle a scream knowing she swallowed his cream when on his large manhood she’d fed?
Is it just bliss when those soft lips I kiss after she given his thick pole such good head?
Does it cut my heart like a knife when he floods his seed in my wife, and does my sanity hang by a thread?
With my manhood restrained do I feel frustrated and pained, as I watch them make a new life in my bed;
When she told me she loved him and was having his child, did my emotions feel as heavy as lead?
Does my heart bleed now his seed grows within her, can I accept that the child is not mine instead?
Now my friends know that my wife is his ho! Has it totally ruined my ‘street cred’!
Does it hurt like hell to see her belly swell, or do I feel pleasure and pride but not dread?
When the baby was born did I feel wretched and torn, or did I resign to humiliation ahead,
Did I open the door for his little whore, when again off to her black lover she sped?
And will I now look after the child when she leaves to go wild once again in her lover’s big bed?
Even though I have wept, these things I accept when a Cuckold’s life I have led.