CreationPro- Where the Sexual & Spiritual Meet

Her body shaking

Burdens breaking

Daddy’s staking claim,

To what He owns

With chromosomes

To ignite life like flames,

Burns her anger

Burns her pride

Burns desolation too,

No room’s left 

For loneliness

That loathsome reign is through

There’s only room

For Daddy’s seed

It’s conquering her womb

Her barren days

Now castaways

Drowned in a liquid tomb

Life is coming

Love is coming

Just nine months away

Now a pro

At procreation

Daddy made her day🥰😍🔥💪🏻

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any feedback is appreciated! I know a poem celebrating the act (& art) of passionately knocking your wife up might be a little unusual lol, but since I believe my 2nd child is a couple weeks along in the womb right now it felt right to write about it😎

On her knees she finds a type of strength

Not felt upon her feet

Her worries melt like icicles

Exposed to summer’s heat

Depression must retreat each time

She’s grasped by Daddy’s hands

For He who holds her throat has smote

The strain of life’s demands

For His commands are sacred

A sanctuary so fine

Tonight His kisses are her bread

& His seed the sweetest wine

It feels divine because it is

Far more than just a “lay”

When she submits, a demon quits

No place in her to stay!