LAMENTATION OF A TORTURED WOMAN - 1

At the announcement of your presence  My blood ran like the sounds of hell were chasing them  Causing my heart to beat faster out of fear Yet, at the sight of your handsomeness  My soul suddenly becomes peaceful At the sound of your voice  Like in the midst of the sounds of angels My heart rejoices As though it were listening to the song of the angels  Little did I know I would soon be engulfed in perilous darkness  That your mischievous smile  Will soon turn a burning frown That those hands, soothing as soft clouds  Will soon descend upon my face  Turn my sexy lingerie into rags  And leave painful marks all over my erogenous zones I am left to wonder everyday  What changed? Because… You are definitely not the man I married