Not a Tender Love Poem

On nights like these her body needed fucking!
No high romance, no sweetly "making love",
Her tits were made bites not gentle sucking,
No tender press she yearned for brutal shove.

He grabbed her hands and tied her elbows tightly,
Then ripped her blouse and tore her bra away.
She never thought the marks he left unsightly
The bites and bruises trophies of their play.

Thrown to her back she yelled for him to take her
And that is just the path he aimed to tread.
A sudden thrust that seemed designed to break her
The perfect start to sleepless nights in bed.

He didn't tease her pussy like a lover,
He used her cunt the way she'd always dreamed.
The depths of lust he'd forced her to discover
Exploded into stars as she was reamed!

He joined her in her second great orgasm
But didn't pause, just switched his brute attack
He had to claim her other tighter chasm
And paint another set of scratches on her back.

Exhaustion neared but she was not quite finished,
She bit his ear and called him to the chase.
He grinned and moved with ardour undiminished,
And, just as she demanded, fucked her face!