She was ambidextrous
With both hands she kneads
A man's bread Into biscuits
She was delicious
Warm with buttered kisses
But she melted into the prison
Of a maids kitchen
She served him like a slave or a victim
She was his mom without kissing
He was a boy not a husband giving
And this how they're living
Everyday mom serving
Washing and cooking and working
While she died in the hurting
He proved he was better off
With a maid than a girlfriend
And his wife was there only to care for the children
Don't allow love to share a role that involves
Serving without hugging or ****** affection
A women is ambidextrous working both roles With two hands of a mother and mistress
If all men can understand and respect the role of a woman
They can put down their hand
and stop the woes of feminine
By being the strength they depend
To keep continuing to be subservant
And genuine and possibly provide an occasional ******