Waxing Lyrical

She waxes lyrical, as a sweet whore,
Sir wonders at the progress in her verse;
See: she can write a stanza just before
He spanks or whips her hard? Is writing worse
Than feeling the warm bruising, as it spreads
Across her body? All the softer parts
Are tempting (as is fucking her on beds,
That she's prepared ahead). If all the marks
Are offered as a menu to be had,
Will there, perforce, be very little choice
For her to exercise? If so, she's glad:
Accepting his decisions, giving voice
To lachrymose delight at all the slaps -
These will sustain her lyricism waxed.