Thrown and Twisted

His eyes, his hands, his voice commanding
Dark and guiding, drawing out what never existed
Crawling, kneeling, submitting
Pain and delight, thrown and twisted
Molding her into her best, one befitting
Her most inner needs, gifted

The less he gives the more she wants
His approval, his lust, his love above all else
Her body, her mind, her gift he flaunts
Taking her weakness upon himself
His wants become her wants
Together becoming oneself

He teaches, he fucks, he loves
Gentle and man, he is
Her worries her doubts he shoves
Away, gone, ’tis
Each other their connection saves
Always and forever to each other thieves.