The Power of Expression

My shyness disappears with each caress;
A grave and silent man obtains reward;
Paternal interest will soon afford
Accentuation of his interest;
While he indulges me, he is as fresh
As men quite half his age, who might applaud
The liberties he took once he had scored
My bottom and my breasts: the livid flesh
Seemed quite as natural, despite each bruise,
As if he'd never struck and I was pale
And without guile; and when he chose to bless
Me with his company it wasn't news
To anyone for they had seen him trail
Me to my bedroom, despite my shyness...