Stagnant Pools

He knows the stagnant pools of tears you weep;
He understands your miseries and joy;
He comprehends the protection you seek
When you kow-tow and whisper: “Your fuck-toy
Is ready for your usage, sir; she’s damp
From thoughts she wickedly concealed so long;
You have the cock and I’ve the cunt to clamp
Around it as you shunt in; is it wrong
For me to want that hardness in this hole,
That’s yours to use as you see fit, of course?
You know it loves your prick; I hope that pole
Will soon engage with vigour, so your force
Can bowl me over; Take me! Other fools
Can wonder why my tears form stagnant pools.”