Being His

Being his slave what should she do, but wait
Upon the man's desire until he's done
All that he'd do - she would not hesitate
To follow all his orders. He's the one
She'll serve, until she's finally dismissed
To take herself away to lurid dreams;

Know that her service is a form of tryst
Between them, for she so enjoys his schemes;

He plots to use her, forcing her to find
The chains and bonds he'd wrap her in to fit
Her better than the reveries her mind
Would stage, which are played out. She'll sit
And serve and tease and toy; and really crave
The waiting for the taking, being his slave.