what's a meunuch?

let me unleash that roaring animal crawling through my veins
let me imagine what the air would taste like if your cruel architectures revealed themselves
let me serve the scraps of tasks lying at the bottom of your list
let me expose my bare lust for your mind to sip like rum

launch your keen missiles with the cargo of your demands
explore the power in denial beyond temporal fancy
fuel what service you desire from me
by holding my release hostage in your grip
have me inhabit that cold dark basement corner
naked and chained to the floor
with laptop in hand
pining away for you
as if my output is your art
as if my suffering your acrylic
and my words and work your symphony
take my right to orgasm away
and place it in the palm of your mind
i’ll be your meunuch?
your ever edging pile of flesh
that can only quiver in despair
awaiting the click of your heels upon the tall wooden steps
as you descend upon my hell
to inspect
and have me read aloud the work you brewed inside me
insist on my torment
with strict instruction
edge
write
edge
write
a never ending loop
focused on your will
endless use
upon chores that need to be done
writing to be achieved
and thus, you must keep me primed and ready to please
at all times
orgasms are irrelevant
strict reminders commonplace
when heels click away
and the light switch darkens my world to
the glow of a swollen laptop
force me to pour need into language
edging again and again in the wake of your echo
and review your presence in my mind
an unending ordeal
till letters make words
and words a brew
as i stew like raw meat
braised and pulverized over time
till you decide
it tastes just right