The Pressure

The hand between her shoulder blades will serve
To press her torso down and, underneath,
The hand beneath her belly gives release:
It shows in quivering flanks and the soft curve
Of upraised, heart shaped rear; he will preserve
His right to press in hard between the cheeks
And to ignore her sighs; and all the squeaks
Of springs, as he thrusts in with sudden verve,
That she yields to so joyously: She'll find
A certain satisfaction as she's filled
With all this learning - bliss comes with commands
That out of sight is never out of mind;
It's strong when she looks back; and she is thrilled
To serve beneath the pressure of those hands.