My Pillared Portico

"You've been so kind," I tell you warmly, "but
I know it's time: how should I thank you, sir?"  
"It's time," you murmur quietly, "sweet slut,  
To fucking come, my dear." And I concur:  
At least there's honesty in your harsh lust.
 
It's not disturbed by unreasoned alarm,    
As you molest and, quite simply, adjust  
Me to ardent desire; ready to farm,    
You fumble clumsily; you do not spare  
A thought for my amenability.
  
You strip my dress and rip my underwear,  
Then you can feed your cock, so easily,  
Into the spread of pillared portico:  
Just take me hard, until it's time to flow...