Grateful

A dastardly cad whose rapport with poor woman so bade
From a sad and deplorable origin made
Hope float up to the level of heavenly
Chorus, but effort went hardcore to porous.

He wanted the trunk of a person to squeeze.
He wanted the plank in a sternum to creak.
He wanted the ender for typical pleas.
He vaunted the lender of skin to his cheek.

Intoning his voice with an innocent wrap, he would speak
In a way that would always enrapture her, pique
Once per day the predictably quickening
Capture and killing of doubt of great stature.

"You never were given a chance to have much.
Apparently, parents could budget enough
Disparaging blaring for leaving you such
A specimen lessened by essence of tough."

The message was edible, edified pride as it fed
With a nourishing courage that ended her dread--
He was right--if two parents had been a bit
Better then nothing could ever upset her.

Permission was granted for feeling relief.
Her mission: to live by specific decree.
"Attrition of joy, the addition of grief
Were issued from others--I fault them, not me."

Rewarding the guy who had justified every mistake
Was a goal, and some holes were the way that could make
Him a gracious repayment, but fanciful
Contact could hack-up emotional compact.

An impetus drove him to orifice filled.
Impetuous lechery leveraged his will.
He severed all manners when whim got fulfilled
Then quickly had quitting her quim as a thrill.

"I lied when you cried, for inside me was hiding a scheme
To advance on the damage-prone damsel, to seem
Sympathetic when hearing pathetical
Telling in reference to lesson-repelling.

A human like you is responsible for
Deciding to decimate life, your accord.
Once penis from me is a type you ignore,
Then maybe your fate can amass fortune stored."