Cat/Kind of cream

He is her house. The water in her well. The snakes in her kitchen. He is the stuff of her aspirations and the rest of her retirement. He is the expensive sheets and the buffet breakfast. He is the routine holiday and the bad taxi drive. He is the ride home. The flight to the mountains. The many stops on the way. 

He is her diamonds. Her clothes. Her shoes. Her slutty make-up. He is her ease. Her nonchalance. He is her many men. He is her bitch. Her spittoon. Her slave. She snaps her fingers. He obeys. She makes a face. He stays. She sleeps around. He obeys. He's turned on. 

Welcome to their marriage. She has her fun. He stays. He pays. He hides. He runs. He tries. He does not explain. He claims. He hopes. He loves. He pretends to.

He is a lost cause. 

Pussy - whipped. 

So what's it to you?