A Doorway in the Dark

In the dark there's a doorway where she'll kneel,
While revellers go trailing past, so full
Of wine and spirit, their passing must seal
Her fate.

Although the evening's wet and cool,
She has a task to warm him. Let her teeth
Tug down his zip and let her press her face
Against his boxers, as she gives relief
Ignoring passers-by.

She knows her place
Is to be just a chattel and a toy,
Who's always pleased to serve. It matters not
If she's embarrassed.

She cannot be coy
Or seem reluctant to accept this spot
Light on subservience. No one will mark
She's kneeling in a doorway in the dark...