Being Of Service

“I like to be of service,” she declared;
“If I have glimpsed more of the essence that
He’d offer me in spades, until I’ve shared
What some might call excess, then, yes, I’ve sat
And knelt and opened up; and it’s been good
To be at peace and find he'll perpetrate
A breadth of sensual action that is food
For thought; although he'll punish me, I ache
For more, because I want the praise he'll gift
Me each and every time attention dwells
Upon the parts, beneath the skirt he'll lift
And panties sir pulls down – if my pride swells
To see his cock harden at thoughts of bliss,
It’s then I know I have been of service.”