Rough

She’s a wicked temptress,
a seductive tease,
my little one, on her hands and knees,
smiling ‘neath my heavy hand,
her ass upturned to please me.
She fosters my ire,
my smoldering fire,
to feed her own carnal greed.
I return her smile,
pounding all the while,
enamored with the beast I feed.