Ebb and Flow

Listen to the ebb and flow of her sobbing:
it is my background - a sea of emotions,
all of which are trapped in each tear;
and, when I line up the sharp shots -
no - the spanks with her tight rear,  
the lucidity of each tear makes me thirsty:
so much thirstier than the last tear could
and so much hungrier: I am quite ravenous
as I reach out to fondle her intimacy -
that wetness seeping from within her;
growling impatiently until her release,
with the next firm imprint of my hand
upon her skin as I spank her - hard - as we
listen to that background ebb and flow.