Uit Wandering Spirits

Object

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...

Frodo