The Girl You've Wrought

Some say that love must wait for wounds to heal;  
But I quite like the burning when you press  
Against my well-whipped ass; it makes me feel  
The connection intensely; your caress  
Is fortified when you apply the cane,  
Which has harsh rendez-vous with my behind;  
Well, every tingling spanking must ingrain  
Freedom from soft convention, save the kind  
That brings me to the core that you reserve,  
Being a savant in assertive skills;  
You will not halt proceedings: I'm the curve  
That you will plane, so you refine the thrills  
Of fucking to perfection longed for; sought,  
So love intensifies the girl you've wrought.