Luxuriance

He comes to hold my head up; I'll conceal  
Nothing, save the trifling circumstance  
That he remembers to have me reveal:
Luxuriance and fucking will advance
The sprightly, eager gait of his command,
Which seldom strikes, but always executes:
He'll have me bare but modest, as he's planned
A most alluring use, that rather suits
His mood, as I am vanquished by his word
That falls: a single blow he'll not repeat;
He knows, already, my beauty has heard
His wish and, so, he can beast and be replete,
As I serve him and please him; while I sup,
Luxuriating, he holds my head up...