Look at him through fluttering eyelashes
Be docile
Be his doll
Sweet, supple, submissive
Tell him of his brilliance
Tell him he's the only one
Let your thoughts become his words
His words, his brilliance
His
Not yours
What is his will be valued
You will be valued
For being his
Not yours
Speak up but not over him
Your thoughts are his words
His words his brilliance
Stay sweet, supple, submissive
His, not yours
You speak too much
Your lips are not meant to be used
Unless for him
and his pleasure
His, not yours
You think too much of your pain
Destitution of recognition
Unless it be in empathy of his pain
Yours will have no value
His, not yours
You spoke over him, not up
Your words are not valued
unless they become his brilliance
His, not yours
You are becoming autonomous
Remember who you are
Fluttering eyelashes
Docile
Supple body
Submission
Never your own
Only his
His, not yours