Serendipity

He could be pleased to ask her in
Now she has heard his belt;
And seen it snap on slavish skin:
A buckle to be felt,
As it lands hard and makes her wince,
Her countenance divines,
As she look back to give her prince
A reason for more lines
To be laid down across her back,
Her buttocks and her breasts;
She will shudder with each attack
As if she is caressed;
And when she cannot bear it more
She may find he will cease;
Elusive, now her skin's been scored,
He will leave her in peace.