Perspectives

Perspectives on a wake-up call

If she wakes up at sunrise with a start,
She'll know she's needed to extinguish fire;
He's innocent, (although loins play a part
And burn for her to do as he'd require);
Rub sleep from her dark eyes, give her a draft
Of water to refresh those lips and mouth;
Don't turn to him big-eyed; there is no raft
Of excuses to stop her journey south;
She can't drift back to dreams, his urgency
Impels her to relieve the wicked itch;
She knows, the naughty angel, clemency
Will show him life is so much more than bitch;
Her tongue must lick the flames, and so conform
To startling wake-up calls from him at dawn.

She hopes he does intend to make her toast,
With tea, no sugar, she is sweet enough;
She needs no condiments or other stuff.
Save it for him: he knows he needs it most;
Though he's aware she's not to be disturbed,
He wakes her very early, her reward:
The crowing cock that's all he can afford,
She thinks its need will leave her quite perturbed;
There's water in the glass if she'd require?
That's hardly all a girl needs to persuade
Her to free the seed of which he'd boast;
Let her drink tea if he is to admire
The lips across which his sperm will be sprayed:
Now: be a good boy, make your bitch some toast.