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