Anal play

Think of the moment, raw and wild,
When boundaries are gently defiled,
As his cock tiptoes into your "backdoor",
A dance of pleasure, pain, and more.

Oh! your virgin asshole is stretched,
painful, Tears flow, emotions turn blurry,
But for him, its a symphony of delight,
His desires fulfilled, burning bright.

Think of the moment, your first reaction to his invading cock,
your asshole tense up, crying and beg him to stop,
"no please it hurts." your butt hole tightens even more
making his cock grow bigger inside, wanting to fuck you even more.

As his member is squeezed and stroked,
In ways he craves, longs to be provoked,
A union formed, primal elegance,
Where his pleasure takes precedence.

Your reaction, an instinctive defense,
A reflex to tighten, pleas commence,
Crying, begging for respite's grace,
Yet arousing him in this sacred space.

His cock grows harder, fills each gap,
A testament to your passionate trap,
Defying pain, he forges on,
Forcing pleasure where it truly belongs.

Your empty womb, aching with need,
Yearns for attention, a different creed,
While you wish for his thrusts anew,
To him, a sign of his dominance, true.

He may choose to grant relief,
To tease, caress, bring you belief,
That in anal bliss, joy can be found,
With swollen passion, your heart unbound.

Yet his choice remains sovereign, dear,
A reflection of power, crystal clear,
In the depths of your new-found role,
Submitting, embracing, body and soul.

With time, you learn the taste of pleasure,
In this daring act, a hidden treasure,
Feeling full, needed, completely sown,
In a place where your natural instincts are known.