Only her prowess

She didn't see his face
All that she faintly remembered was his dark legs entwined in her fairness.
She didn't feel his sex
For she was too high, in her own madness.

She didn't wish to know who it was
As long as she felt a male presence.
She arched her breasts to plaster herself
As he tried to assert his strength.

And when he pompously asked 'do you like it'
She said move over.
I will teach you boy what's it like to play with feminine power.