Pretence

She trembled as his love-making induced
A pity that she'd never felt before;
His feeble fucking left her most amused,
With laughter bubbling under; she would score
Him very low for his paltry attempts
To consummate their passion; it was all
That she could bear to keep up the pretence
Of some excitement, gazing at the wall,
Where he'd positioned her, so he could take
Her, pressing hard against her from behind,
And every thrust he made, he felt her shake
With suppressed giggles, so she was inclined
To lean down, bite her pillow and dissemble
The delight, he'd expect to make her tremble.