Okay, so she's a woman that has apparently saved herself for marriage. Her husband wants to have sex like he's seen in magazines or movies. What she doesn't realize is that they come from different backgrounds. What turns him on isn't exactly what turns her on (if she even gets turned on). The problem there is a lack of communication between the two.
She can tell him that she would prefer it if he were more intimate and tender when they make love. In return, she has to be willing to let him put it in her butt. It's unrealistic for her to think that he doesn't have fantasies. If he'd never laid eyes on pornographic materials, he'd still want to try something new and be creative. It's the nature of man. We like visuals. We're full of testosterone. If she can't handle it, maybe she needs to look for comfort in the arms of another woman.
Writing her feelings in the form of a terrible poem isn't going to help her situation. Maybe it's an outlet for getting her feelings out. I LOVE porn. I don't think it's wrongly impacted my relationship because I can see the difference between porn and real life.
