She feels so oppressed she cannot respect
his whim, his will, his wish, his way, his wants:
each act ends with her begging to desist.
It seems to him this heresy amounts,
surprisingly (to her), to provocation.
Of course, while loathe to tolerate her sins,
provided she desists, his abdication
proves quite long-lived. She, carefully, begins
retreating, lest she's thrashed. He will misuse
each moment to ensure, like well-pulped fruit, these
suppurating bruises weep: 'J' accuse';
should self-indulgence take such root, he'll seize
each chance to take her hard, so she'll ingest
delicious thoughts on how she is oppressed.
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