Bend me over

Bend me over. Don't be gentle.
Beat me. Don't be sentimental.
Give me anger, disappointment...
Be unbridled. Don't use ointment.
Let your fingertips press harder.
Let your lust reflect your ardour.
Your hand will slowly tighten:
Hold my breathing. You enlighten
All the hours that I await
For you to put me in that state
Where I can service your desire
Scourge me with that heedless fire
That will fan me. I'll expire,
Knowing you would have me spread
And well-mounted once I'm dead...
Set on your harsh invasion
On almost any state occasion.
I will fete you and adore you
As you sink into my core to
Make me lie there, as in clover.
Don't be gentle. Bend me over.