Intense and honest

She's always loved begging, as a concept,
But feels too shy to beg naturally.
It makes her blush and squirm if he's erect
And she's down on her knees, embarrassedly,
Whilst looking up and hearing him say: "beg";
So many things go rushing through her mind;
She whimpers, feels pathetic as each dreg
Of self-respect is drained away; he'll find
That, if he presses her for something more,
Eventually desperation breaks
Its cover; and he can call her a whore;
And she will not look shocked; for all it takes
Are words like this to make her heart just race
As he threatens to come over her face.

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