Shine

Her eyes shone back at his with such a look:
It made up for the clasp she might have claimed
If he’d waited for longer; but he aimed
To have her feel him thrusting, as he took
Her firmly and pressed in without delay;
Why should he have to hold? A loving gaze
Should never seek to halt the lustful play
That he wants to engage in; it may raise
The stakes, they might dispute were he to find
A reason for her acrimony, while
He pulls out from her cunt; and her behind
Offers another hole he can defile
And feel the tightness round him – it’s divine:
It fills her eyes with tears and make them shine