With trembling hands she hooks her thumbs into
the panties elasticated waist, and slides
them down her milky thighs; no more the shrew,
in wretched snuffling shame she squirms to hide
the untrimmed thatch, the drooping breasts, then snaps
to attention at a word; resignedly
she shuffles tame towards the waiting lap
and drapes herself across the trousered knee.
She smiles as a comforting hardness throbs
against the soft goosepimpled flesh, then squeals
as the hand falls - and falls; convulsed in sobs
she begs for mercy, even as she feels
the rising tide surge in and draw her near,
a heat more urgent than her crimson rear.