I won't be a gentleman

Come into the bed
Of my lion's den,
& you'll wish to come
Again & again.

But I must warn you
I love to be rough.
Aggression, my profession,
Never gets enough.
I'll start slow
And gentle as mist.
But not for long,
As I cannot resist
When wild desire
Takes control,
And I burrow deep
Like a mole.

First from behind.
No holds barred.
I'm under your spell
Which keeps me hard
As we yell.
I won't even notice
When I grab your hair
And play tug of war
Against a bear.

Next you get to grind
When you're done
With being on all fours.
We'll continue the fun
When the power is yours.
So saddle up
And be prepared
For your stressed mind
To be repaired
As I take you by the chest,
One by the nipple.
One by the breast.

Back to your back
You get to go.
Relax in the sack
While I thrust to & fro.
Take a deep breath
Before I clench your neck.
I'll stretch for new depth
As I work the upper deck.

Last you enjoy ecstasy
With no one but me.

I will not be kind
Whether you grind
Or take it from behind,
Until we've completed,
Heated, & retreaded
Back under the covers,
Where we'll sleep
through the night
Like lovers.