Surrendered Virtue

My lips trembling...... still, after so many weeks have gone
I’ll roll on some gloss and unbutton the top,
Helpless he is... I hope, when he see’s my bra
Weekends spent, hemming up these skirts, so’s not a garter or seam, can ever be missed
Guilty, yes, guilty I am. Tho’ I persist,
to risk all my possessions, awards and even , my own, wedded bliss.
Once I counted on my nature, which no slander could touch
Always the good girl, the homemaker, the dependable one
8 weeks now, my mind remains, twisted in those sheets or bent over that hutch
My virtue, taken once melted in his capable hands,
I can focus on nothing else, but counting the minutes......
...... until my panties are ripped off by that capable man