Instruction

Don't dream of islands of the day before
You've come; for he has found you to his taste;
Friendship will blossom: it is less than chaste;
So, flirt and love and fuck; and even more
You'll find that you are now owned as a pet:
A girl who kneels at his disposition;
A creature grounded by each inquisition,
Who knows the words he holds will make her wet;
Their presence in her needs; their very form
Will wash right over her, like a rain shower;
And seep their way through flesh, right to the core
Where she'll find each command is now her norm:
Resistance relinquished to all this power,
Along with every dream of days before.