"I am content with being your housewife,
For I have promised you my soul and life.
You want breakfasts and dinners? No issue.
I'll be at your side, holding a tissue.
You want the house nice and clean? That's all right.
I'll make it spotless, it will be a sight.
I have no problems tending to your needs.
You can make love to me until I bleed."
You laid down your rules on the honeymoon.
I agreed. "Because I love you." I swooned.
You gave me a grin and put me to bed.
I never knew it'd be your face I'd dread.
We came back home in the thick of the night.
You carried me in and turned on the light.
I whined drowsily, but it was okay.
I was up to serve your needs the next day.
Humming over the stove, I made pancakes.
Then drowned them in a syrup-butter lake.
And when you ate them, it seemed you were pleased.
But then you told me to get down on my knees.
Rather early for a kinky request?
Though it was probably only a test.
And so I obeyed and opened my mouth,
Just in case you asked me to go down south.
But your flesh didn't fill my mouth, instead
You gave me a soothing pat on my head.
"It was wise of you to heed my commands.
A good 'wife', you will do as I demand."
I stared awkwardly, filled with strange regrets.
I don't think you mentioned this on the jet.
Taking a deep breath, I let my head clear.
I nodded and stood up, nothing to fear.
You rose as well and kissed me on my cheek.
The smile I gave you was rather meek.
I watched you drive off, then began to clean.
I finished at three, and the house, she gleamed.
I sighed, exhausted and flopped on my bed.
I couldn't move, you would think I was dead.
It seemed to be worth it when you came home.
You touched my body, I arched up and moaned.
Plunged inside me, I felt a connection
And when you came, I felt the affection.
Gasping from exhaustion I cuddled you,
But you pushed me. You had something to do.
I was mildly miffed, but gave a nod.
That night I was the lone pea in the pod.