Ready For The Rush

He ripped the freedom from her, but regret
Has now no part to play; she'll dance and twist
Or gyrate as he chooses; he will start
By ploughing furrows deeply; she'll exist
To be there just for him; she will not seek
Pleasure for pleasure's sake, because her all
Is service; and the pleasure - that a meek,
Submissive pet can gift to one whose call
So makes her want to crawl - is his to tease
From her; let feelings coalesce; her blush,
As his voice makes her glow, means, with her knees
Pressed to the floor, she's ready for the rush
Of heated seed, as the excitement sipped
Keeps her from wanting all that freedom ripped