He Had Her Once

He had her once and, now, would steal the taste
Of lips and tongue, as he robs reason too;
Her patience is invaded; once he's come
Again and can't replenish her; each screw
with cock that thrusts and hands that often tear
And eyes that love the nakedness of breasts
Means she'll choke on his odour - she can't bear
The heat of his amours, though she's caressed;
The burning of her body against his
Is never amplified - he carves his need:
The heart is his, the night is his; the jizz
That splashes her is his; but will it feed
Humours and the tautness of her collar
Or any presentation of the need,
Served before, but now she'll barely swallow:
He had her once, but now this bitch is freed.