Service with a Smile

Upon the chiming of the hour
The sound of key within the lock,
She kneels precisely to the floor
As bound as to a wooden yoke
Like some beast he's tamed
And, by creating, named.

Beyond his realm, the jungled chaos
Waits to shred
The sinuous thread of her deep fabric,
Unriddle her rubic, wreak havoc,
Reeking of sewage and failure.

Within his claim
Bearing his name
She secures herself
With roped rapture
And knotted passions.

His touch the only chain
She needs
To set her boundless free
Inside.