Your Command

Your Command

Our minds vibrate in unison

With my masters’ own,

Yes, as my body shivers

I can’t disown,

Its ecstatic pleasures

But each day the story is the same,

Excuses are simply lame

Then when you are done

You alight

As if from an aero flight

Ah! You are gone

Like the rays of the receding sun

Then as suns son

You return again

For pleasures

You call out my name.

I am done

For such a routine life

I’m neither your mistress

Nor your beloved wife

How is it then

I still obey your command

To submit day and night

Can anyone measure my plight?

Today,

I shall take the last flight.