Raining on her Parade

She'd love to spend a rainy day with him
Inside her body, fucking every hole;
And she will sigh, as, roughly, he fucks in,
Then out of her, with that thick, hardened pole,
Which presses to her tightness and, again,
Forces from her a gasp; so, let him seize
Her hair and tug her to him, as the rain
Streams down outside; while she's kneeling to please
Him anyhow he wishes, she's seduced;
She will enjoy his commands, though he tells
Her she's his creature and she is reduced
To his sweet slut and fuck-toy; each name gels
Within her psyche, as he makes the grade,
So, coming, he won't rain on her parade.