Forceful Feeling (Pastiche)

I may come well one day to feel your force:    
Impetuous dew flows tender like rain;      
The whip tans well, so it must mark my skin:      
The sweet purr of flogger murmurs my pain;      
     
I may come well as your expressive voice      
Allows me no poise: am I in disgrace?      
The turn of my head leaves artists no choice:      
As they, just like you, put me in my place;
     
I may come well regardless; nuance shown      
By shrugs of the shoulder and a kissed neck;      
My face changes with moods; I hear you groan,      
Delicate arrangements will turn to wrecks;  
      
If your streams of need now leave me reeling:      
You instruct my come with forceful feeling.