She'll be selflessly domestic
But relentlessly tease;
Call you a pervert, abandon you sick,
Never allow you release.
She'll laugh at your misfortune;
Mock your feeble effort;
Accept now only, never soon;
Demand immediate comfort.
She wants you exactly as you are
Apart from the obvious flaws;
Be happy with your salary
But always wanting more.
She'll rest your head in her warm, soft lap;
Give you a hug in the night;
Spray out inane emotional crap
When the telly gives her a fright.
She'll slice your soul and rip your limbs
Then prettily implore.
The partial remains of old victims
Litter the living room floor.