Her...She

The call was made again, she walked like masseuse so thin and slim,

I told them I need it rough, just need the blockage removed, motivation thrust,

She started her way from bottom to the top, it was always an hour, my body yelled like cracking nuts popped,

Once she was done she was about to leave I asked her if she liked something to eat, or coffee or tea,

She has next appointment, she sweetly said no, I asked her out once she has work no more,

She asked why and refuse to prolong my thoughts, She thank me and walked out my house block,

After week I made the call again, it seems she left never to come again, but after a month I saw her at cafe taking orders of sort,

Faced bruised, broken strried in her walk, if I walked towards her, asked her,"How as she been",

She tried to smile, but her face seems to be Broken, I told her if you need my help this a number you call, you poor thing your aura is fallen and gone,

In mid of party at one in night, I saw her again it was an awful sight, She asked for help that was final plee, as passed out into arms suddenly,

My doctors told she internal broken bones and bruises, horrible malnourished and uncleaned oozes,

Take care of her, she see no one until my say so, I need to know once she can talk, make her alive though

She came to her senses, she did talk, she told me the whole story, the horrid she fought, She killed the attacker and was on the run to be free, but her injury, bruises made her hopelessly vulnerable

I asked if okay to accompany to home, she said yes and of we go, she had access to everything but me, she wanted to talk about the offer for understanding,

She accepted the legal premises of my wife, the queen of the house, the first bride in my tribe, We clean her and sealed all her fate with new identity first,

Now she is my consort, my life, my love burst