The Gamekeeper

Over the field he comes
Arrogance slung like his gun.
Implicitly it's understood
His right to kill
The small things of the wood.

Now you unschooled
In arcane country rules
Feign ignorance to your trespass
But he's unfooled. Has checked
The city sophisticate within you.
Already his eyes
Caress the lines behind your dress
And flattened Midland vowels
Speak of a carnal mockery.

So he has you against a tree.
There are flashes of his glory.
Army moustache
Suggestion of sweat
Arms running thick and heavy
Beneath Harris tweed.
The rub of his wedding ring
Moves lower, laughing dumbly
At how your legs
Give way; give in.
Soft whiskey breathed obscenities
Spill into your ears.
What he will do.

And takes his sex like revenge
On your prissy ways.
So that all that's left
Is your raw and breathless need
For penetration.
No surprise then that when
He's filled you with his loveless seed
You should feel so empty.

You go your separate ways
And when the night comes
Desire turns you inside and out
Longing once more to succumb
To his military plunder.