Servitude

My lips crave
to serve you,
to please
in any way you demand.
Body at your fingertips,
hands bound with your voice.
One word.
One whisper.
One look
to get me beneath you,
begging for you to bend my will,
to take my own inhibitions
out from under my pleading eyes.
Pleading to be taken,
to be owned by your hand,
lust pouring from my every pore,
ready for a command,
needing to be nothing
but for your pleasure.