Whimsy

"Fuck me," she whispered again and again
As he pressed on with each powerful thrust.
"Take me," she pleaded, "I'd have you remain,
Within me forever. You know that I must
Beg to you, cry for you, call out my need;
Why do you stay silent: you press me hard,
I smile at your whimsy, I laugh as you lead
Me to new fancies that are never marred
By aspertions or poison that simply demean;
I want to crouch here on my hands and my knees
Spread for your pleasure - a sight so obscene
You will grunt, you will groan, you will release
All that pent up emotion deep into your slut:
Fuck me so hard that I'll shut the fuck up."