Ode to a Happy C**t

“I’m glad you let me have it,” she confessed;
“I’m glad you took me hard despite my shudders;”
“You are a naughty cow,” his words expressed
Affection, even as he squeezed her udders;
“Oh tug my tits sir; slap them if you like;
My masochistic urge is on the rise:
I want my lord to hurt me – I’m your dyke,
The conduit for your fluids.” “I advise
You to be silent, whore, before you say
Too much for your own good and then are cowed
By all the punishment after your play
On words has got me rather more aroused.”
“I’m glad you let me have it; I’ll be blunt:
“You are my master, sir; and I’m your cunt.”