Love and Artistry

He loves it when, with ass up on the floor,    
My face is pressed to pillows: he's on top;  
Who need the choice of floggers in the drawer,    
Or any other tool? His razor strop    
(which hurts to buggery) can take a break;
 
So can the canes - the bamboos and the birch;    
His prick, embedded in my cunt, awakes    
My focus on his need; he'll not besmirch    
His property with marks, until he's come
    
...To the conclusion that dipping his rod    
Is rather better, once he's striped my bum;    
He walks away to fetch the firing squad,    
Or, rather, something from his armoury;    
So I can feel his love and artistry.