Buying happiness

He buys himself some happiness in me:  
My spread thighs mean his purchase will prevail;
And, in this prevalence, excitements free
Such ideas in his mind; his thrusting tail
Is well embedded in my sodden sex;
He presses in and out, but I am still:
My passive acceptance so reflects
His dominance of my cunt; let him spill
His need and sell the pleasures he'd express,
When visiting and enjoying the cute
And tender virtues of a sweet princess,
Who has been paid for, like a prostitute,
With compliments and gift before my sighs
Bring him the happiness he always buys.