Dance now Kneel now Beg

Your dancing came first and I watched you for hours  
that night.  I remember three men bought you flowers,
but only one was blessed by your lust.
I watched you through the hole I wiped in the thick dust
of your bedroom window.
It was your cunt that gave enough glow  
so that I could see clearly.
 
Your eagerness to kneel was the second pillar of my need.
You kneeled, and simpered, and drew out his seed,
and then remaining on your knees, you prostrated too.
But he had nothing more, really no regard at all for you.
His total absence of curiosity, grace, or kindness
made me weep at the man's willful blindness,
while I saw your need so clearly.
 
The third thing from you, that set my course,
Was the way you beg, and make your desperation a force.
Your eyes defined your need.  No.  It was your lips.
But then I saw it was really your arching hips.  
How like a hungry child's grasping hands they were;
But then your pussy too... begging's voice is a purr.
I would never see more clearly.
 
And now, sweet thing, dance.
You dance for me.
And now, sweet thing, kneel.
Smiling, pleased, you kneel before me.
And now, sweet thing, beg.
Glowing with joy, your eyes, your lips, your arching hips,
your purring pussy,
elevate begging to the most powerful force I know.
It is I, not you, that am the true, hopeless beggar,
existing by your grace alone, your otherworldly kindness to pretend otherwise.