That other way

“You might have put it in another way,”
She cried, but spread herself as he insisted;
“I should have known you'd love my rougher play,”
He laughed and pressed his cock in. She resisted
Further remarks, coherence being lost
To her on this occasion, once again
She felt his puissance pressing and the cost
Of being rather dry and, then the pain,
That she experienced burned its harsh path
Far from the assailed entrance and made the tears
Well-up inside her eyes as did a raft
Of feelings that he calmed just like her fears
That she remembers to this very day -
And smiles to think about that other way