Tears for Fears

He says he couldn't bear to make me cry;
So, he's content to bare me and to spank
My bottom with his hand; he hears me sigh
And sees me reaching down; then, he can blank
Out the few tears of joy, as my hands slip
Between my thighs, until the gentle force,
That he applies, is strengthened; then he'll tip
Me right over the edge; yes, he can source
My pleasure; his permission, that he dares
To give me with such passion 'til he's hard;
Ensures he'll have me kneel, then he shares
His proud, prodigious prick; and his reward
Will fill my mouth far more than any fear
That he might do some damage to my rear.