3 years ago. Sunday, October 9, 2022 at 9:56 PM
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?