Waiting on the dusty floor
Looking at my resting hand
You are ready there to serve
Waiting for the next command

A gesture, a nod, it is enough
To make your body move with speed
To pose, to bend, to suffer
To satisfy my every need

In the hours that we are together
You are my servant and my slave
Private maid and personal hooker
A prisoner in my cold cave

Moaning when my fingers touch you
Sometimes screaming loud with pain
But more often in your corner
Waiting till it is time to play again...


© WanderingSpirits 2001