Mountain Men & Hipster Word

To each there own,
She begged to be used.
He would not reply,
He simply refused.
 
He stroked her back, she demanded a kiss and he complied… 
He came down from the mountain this almighty guy.
For a second, for a moment she believed his lie.
 
Then he returned to the top of his mountain…
This almighty guy…
 
Should she wait at the base exposed and abused?
Should she put herself out there for one night with a muse?
 
To each there own, she begged to be used.
 
She sent to him not expecting a reply…
 
“Beautiful written, so much hidden…”
 
He did in fact… reply.
 
Did he mock her words? Does she dare reply? 
Should she stop thinking about this guy?
The girl herself, the demand is high…
But she likes a great challenge and is ready for the climb.
 
Should she pack a bag for the journey ahead?
Or should she travel light for the pursue ahead?
 
Note*
"She seeks a sexual relationship in a persistent way" the dictionary said. 
 
This man-eater,
This siren,
Does not know the word “no.”
 
               (“No mockery whatsoever” he interrupts her endeavor...)
 
This word "No" 
She does not care to hear it, to see it, to cry. 
She wants a big man from the mountain so high.
She will lie in his bed and spread her legs wide…
For she is the goddess of love in disguise…
 
But be far warned to the men she has sheathed…
She can be a thorn and make you bleed.
 
“So aware of that” he states in his mighty
“Patience” he tells her…
But she demands to know why…
“Good things come to those who wait” will surely be his reply.
 
She knows the verse well…
Goes deaf when it’s spoken and cringes when read.
She reminds him she doesn’t ask him for much instead.
 
This pome has grown long for text ,
But the end is near…
 
With light in sight, she pleads for him to hear … she screams her demands towards the mountaintop so high. 
 
He pretends not to hear her, to see her, to know she is coming.  
Her marching, her demanding, her pouting,
She is clever…   
 
She is loud, she is bold and she is powerful to…
But his ego is bigger…
He has proved of the two.
 
So we are all on the same page,
She pleads her case to you
Of what she asks for,
Of what she begs for,
From…
him…
 
This is her demand, her want, her desire:
His fingers inside her to make her mouth wide
Large enough to place his cock inside.
To suck hard…
She will try.
 
When he knows he can’t bare it, can’t stand it, he’ll swell.
He’ll blame it on her…
And enter her well.
 
Her back is exposed…
Her face he can’t see…
Wants to conquer and put her in her place says he.
 
He reaches down and pulls her back by her mane…
 
She arches not to loose him within her you see.
He tightens his grip and moves his mouth to her ear…
He asks, he whispers…
 
Do you feel me inside?
Do you like my cock pulsing, throbbing inside? 
 
He knows she can’t bare it, and she try’s to reply,
She musters a word in a tiny voice, moaning aside. 
 
“Yes”…
 
He asks again by pulling her further back with his hands,
His hands are wound tightly, yet neatly…
Coiled in her hair…
 
For once she is overpowered, 
Overwhelmed by defeat. 
 
He commands her to beg,
His ego demands her defeat.
That she give in…
 
And tell him how lucky she is to be fucked by him.