Bibliograph

BLEEDING HEARTS OF A BUTTERFLY

Type

Label

BLEEDING HEARTS OF A BUTTERFLY

Language

eng

Index

no index present

Literary Form

fiction

Main title

BLEEDING HEARTS OF A BUTTERFLY

Medium

electronic resource

Nature of contents

dictionaries

Summary

'With you, I don't like it but love it, even if it means to live in a hell. Not that a child is a hell, but in our case, it would mean the world.' 'I would be a house wife and jobless,' I smile, opening my eyes. 'No man should say my wife doesn't have a job. It's impossible for a woman not to have one. She may not sit behind a desk or get paid but she deserves a reward for everything she has and does as a woman and a wife, or a mother. Her family is her job. She takes care of them; she worries about them all day and night. So how come I'd say my lady, my love and my wife doesn't have a job? Not especially when you are there to share the pains and joys of life with me. You're in charge of my life; I'm your job. I will worship you in every way possible and award you in as much as I can. You're the boss of my life, my master and I your slave. I love you, Butterfly.' 'You mean, master Butterfly?' I smile big in delight. 'My love lord, my wizard, I love you.' I stretch myself up and kiss him. 'Get up now; you should be at work.' I get up and roll myself in the white sheet and walk to the closet to pick something for him to dress himself

Target audience

adult

Classification