Moss

She came on some dry moss, where he had made
Her kneel to kiss his shaft, so gently that
She wondered if he felt he was obeyed,
Or would her quiet ways lead to the crack
Of discipline for hiding lust from him?
She came because he had insisted; told
Her this was what she must do; and the thin
Veil of modesty would soon be rolled
Or ripped away - her hands would not hold back;
She was his instrument; so let the force
Fight back the shyness;  and never detract
From pleasing him, for that was the main course,
Her hands must steer when she became so wet;
And cried release on that mossy carpet.