Deeper Wells of Feeling

When the slow colour rises to her cheek
It’s not a blush of excitement; it’s drawn
From deeper wells of feeling; if she’s meek
And too compliant, he’s like to inform
That flushing face with certain sentiments;
These will come to the fore, when he exerts
A forceful narrative as he presents
His cock, tells her to open as he spurts
Across her flushing features and deploys
The viscous stickiness she must expect,
When he grips her hair hard and, then, enjoys
Release that really isn’t circumspect;
But she knows once he’s come, then he will go
And deeper wells of feeling can then flow.