Intimate Adjustments

I've been told it's important to adjust,
And such consideration, once supplied,
Means that my compromise empowers lust
And ensures I accept and don't decide
To walk away. I crawl across the room:
A skill that I've developed to his taste.
You do it sinuously in the gloom
And find the spot where he would have you placed.
I know this rather well: the carpet's worn
By months of kneeling, spread, so he can see
The inner thighs and the marks on my form
That he has implemented properly,
Because he knows that I trust in all he
Would have me do for him, intimately