Lost Hopes

Her lost hopes are played out, do I care
To play her too in hopes that, when love's soured,
I'll have her cry with pain, as she is scoured
And spanked; when love's extracted, she won't dare
To whimper in her corner, as I share
An angry glance, while standing here; I've towered
Over her shadowed form, so empowered
To do just as I wish - it isn't fair,
But it is how it is; and how I want
To use her and enjoy her when I wish
To see if she will last and how she copes
When pressed; and, as I use this latest cunt,
I wonder if she'll fade, meanwhile I fish
Deep into her psyche to find lost hopes.