Provided

I have been told that I can suck a cock,
Provided that I kneel and, thus adjourn
To the floor, where my actions might well shock
A passing-glancer, but if my cheeks burn
Then you'll enjoy my momentary shame,
And relish opportunities that mean
You can reach out and play the winning game:
Having me so off balance it can seem
You steer me where you want me most of all,
Where fumbling fingers free the waiting lance
That needs to engage in ways that won't stall
Regardless of the present circumstance,
Where I am kneeling, and our glances lock,
And you tell me it's time to suck your cock