That is Enough

"That is enough," you say; then you use her
In any place you choose to occupy;
And, though, the girl may certainly prefer
The rougher usage, she will not deny
The softer side of spillage, where red wine
Is poured in sunlit squares before you knock
The glass across the table; she'll incline
To lean before you press her and you shock
The casual viewer, who won't understand
She wants this even more that you could tell;
Given passivity's really her brand,
You know she will respond not as a shell,
To be told what to do, although it's rough,
She will be freely used - that is enough.