Charm

She thinks charmed words will be enough
To help her love the rougher stuff,
Which he insists the girl will need
And that he trusts soft words will seed:
She will allow his harsh imprints:
The hands on bottom, and the hints
Of reddened flesh, that he will screw
His cock against or deep into,
As if she were a set of wells,
Perfumed by the acrid smells
Of sperm that he has left behind
To mark her his; so, he will find
Her wet and ready to return
To, whenever he might discern  
A need for discipline; control
Will be asserted in each hole
That he will fuck; and he will take;
And make her his; and make her ache;
She'll just belong; he will not share;
Another simply wouldn't dare
To make as free as he might wish
And to ensure that she's enriched
With thrusting cock and spanking palm,
Regardless how the words may charm!