Accidents will happen

Sir, if I have to fall into your arms,
Then, make it look an accident, I beg
That you allow me this, for all your charms
Are not enough to coax me - see this leg:
It runs right up my thigh towards the place
You really want to own tonight; I think
That you have hopes your hardened cock will grace
The tightness of my cunt hole - wet and pink
And needing to be filled by you, of course;
For what's my point if I don't satisfy
Your needs freely or with the use of force
And words that wither faint heart and alarm,
If accidents don't happen - wet and warm.