The Man

Now that we have exchanged our vows
You to be my master and me, your rag doll
Drag me into the cave and show me my place
Your bed, where I belong, I did take a vow.

I shall sit, master, at your tired feet
My hands will act as you wish
My lips and my words you command
Master, shall I press your feet?

Love you? Of course I do and dearly
Had I not, would I have sold my self
That too, for such an abominable pittance?
Love is my world and my world, at your feet.

I burn with fever tonight, oh master
But my duties come foremost, I swear
Part my stiff legs for me, I have not the strength
And show me that you are the man.