Pregnancy

Thick, round, ready
Hips, thighs, ankles
And a perfectly centred oval
Propped in the middle of perfection
My wife.

The cushioning of her already cushioned ass
 The widening of her amazingly wide hips
The extra heaviness to her firm breasts
Speak of
My child

The intensified intensity of her orgasms
The heightening of her pleasant yet unearthly desires
The increased sensitivity to touch, taste, and smell
Teases, taunts
Me

Pregnancy
Has wrought such blessing
How can I despair?

Emotionally unable
Physically incapable
Of stabalizing herself
As mood swings and morning sickness rule
With iron fists of miscommunication

Yearnings for gut-churning food combinations
Hankerings for her constant supply
Bouts of noisome stench release
Invade our home, our lives
Testing my resolve

Loving little
Sleeping less
When will I get my blessed rest
When will this torture end
When will beauty descend

Pregnancy
Has wrought such blessing...
How can I...despair

My wife
My child
Me
How can I despair?
With iron fists of miscommunication
Testing my resolve
When will beauty descend?
How can I...despair

(c) Shaziane