Wedded bliss

The wedding ceremony went so well -
They’re fucking in their suite while we converse;
Was she a virgin? It is hard to tell -
She blushed like one, but think how her lips purse
around that male member, like a whore:
She’s been paid in confetti and in cake;
And, if he whips her, will the belting score
those memories - or will her dreaming take
the wedding back to church? And not the bed
where he has splayed her thighs and used her hard –
Both holes of course for, after all, they’re wed;
And sodomy will show her who’s in charge
Of all her married parts, as they make free
In married D/s bliss – we'll let them be.