Soothing a Savage mind

He loves it when his table's nicely laid;
And I'm pleased to oblige; so, first, I strip;
The cuffs that wrap my wrists are both well made;
They take the ropes quite well: he pulls, I slip
Right back, almost beneath the chandelier;
I bite the ball gag as he presses in
Unseen between my splayed thighs - let him steer
Me on the table's edge; he will begin
To take his pleasure in this fine repast
That we've prepared together; yes, a feast
Of pressing in so slowly, we will last
Until he's ready to thrust hard: the beast
In man will not be tamed by food refined;
My cunt (not belly) soothes his savage mind.