Her work

She'd work him to a frenzy every night,
To hell with all ideas: she'll do, she's told,
And, as the stimulation seems quite right,
She will relax and let feelings take hold
Of sensuality that leads to bliss,
Although the walls are thin and she can hear
The excitements of others, who insist
On interrupting pleasure; she can bear
These noises in the night, nevertheless,
Because she is his cunt; and she must use
Each opportunity, he gifts, to bless
The pussy that her Master would abuse:
And fuck and spank and fondle; she won't shirk
The efforts needed to complete her work.