Faithful Eyes

When we first met, we'd idle in the park,  
With vernal green sustained; summery heat  
Warmed me, tied between trees; I felt his mark  
Against my pussy mound; And he would beat  
my breasts, my lower back, my flanks, my bum,  
And in-between my legs; he never spared  
Canicular control; he had the run  
Of this bitch through the dog days; neither scared  
Nor scarred by his chastisements, I could weep  
To keep up the appearances desired  
And thirsted for intensely; I'd not keep  
Him from his passions; for, he so inspired  
My heart to flame so fiercely, faithful eyes  
Are wont to tear up now I memorise.