Misunderstanding 2

Still cross?
 
Is sir still cross? Who gives a toss
As to why she should think so;
If she should write for sir's delight
And send him an imprint. Oh!
He can enjoy the clever toy,
Whose pen shows verve and style;
 
When will she send more words that tend
To illustrate her guile?
Sir can await in febrile state,
Until she sends a tale;
But, if it isn't worth the wait,
Then she can kneel pale;
 
She'll pleasure sir, using the hand
That she had set to writing;
All her allure is a sure cure:
It ensures she's delighting
In varied ways at various times
Her compliments extending;
 
Come then the hour she’s in sir's power
And her mouth can start tending;
Where is the anger she thought there
It's more a suppressed passion;
So she will strip and, if she'd dare,
Her most erotic fashion;
 
Sir can ponder at her pleasure
And wonder why she thought
That sir was irked, although she shirked
The duties he'd have sought
From her warm mouth, her clever tongue,
Her open eyes beguiling;
Sir is not cross: let viscous gloss
Ensure that he's soon smiling.