She was pounding yam <br />For her husband <br />The pestle went up and down <br />Her breasts did the same. <br />For her huband <br />Her breast pounded <br />He was pounding her <br />His torso going up and down. <br />Her breasts pounded <br />In fearful pain <br />She had offended him <br />He was pounding her. <br />In fearful pain <br />She received the blows <br />His torso going up and down <br />He was pounding her. <br />She loved him too much <br />To run away <br />She bore his pounding <br />In fearful pain.<br /><br />samuel nze<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-fearful-pain/
