Opposition

She hates the men and their angelic whore
Who drops her panties with a smiling face,
Which gets them frantic as they cheer for more,
While man-meat enters past the panties' place.
And, after juicy seed bursts through her door,
Their angel drips and waits the next embrace.
She hates them all. What's done stays ever done,
Since no one can undo one thrust of fun.