Hitotsuma uta (poetry of a man's wife): KYOMI (34 years old)

A man waits in a dimly lit room. I tried to make a slight resentment, but as soon as my lips were taken away, nothing could be conceived. I just want the man in front of me to scold me. You don't need words. When you break a violent mistress or pantyhose, the pleasure of being deceived rises from the back of your body. The intense impulses turn me into jealousy. He adores a man who is thrown out in front of my burning eyes. Just as he looked at me who wanted a man and wanted to be conquered, the man committed me. When a man reaches his peak and frolics in me, the joy of bliss envelops me.