With each fibre, each tiny corpuscle,
Each breath; with heart, mind, gut and muscle,
She flailed and screamed;
Each fuck not, so it seemed,
Just a fuck, but a life or death tussle!
Tag: scream
Whatever the market will bear
Though, of course, some may think it extreme,
(The cane strikes; a nice guttural scream!)
She’s so very well paid,
Welts and bruises soon fade,
And it helps him to let off some steam.
In a minute there is time
In a trice she’d been rudely up-ended,
She knew what the villain intended!
She thought “Should I scream?”
Then thought not, it would seem…
To be fair, it all rather depended.