The fetish object

 

He told me that he liked me for my lips.

I didn’t know then he liked only my lips

Nor did I know that he would not indulge

In any act other than kissing lips.

What I found erotic turned repugnance.

What I pandered turned to be an ordeal.

He not handling but my lips in bed,

I soon cringed at his approach itself.

My lips have become to him a fetish object.

I regret having got married to him.

The want of spontaneity and variety

Have put me in cold storage,

My lips being sore and body burning.

09.11.2005