February 2010
1 post
A Painful Ride: My Marriage
When each night you hold my hand, suddenly I feel I’m in the sky, The earth my servant, the sun my ride and with every moment a lifetime of ecstacy. You ride me all night long, only when you want to replay the song. My emotions, my respect mean none to you, only because my parents choose you for me. I wish this would not be, you riding me to hurt me, break me and satisfy you. ...
