Thrall

With glassy eyed obedience,
And slack-jawed complacency,
I await your order,
Your dizzy marionette,
Bound to your will by intangible strings,
Dancing whatever jig you command,
Mouthing the words according to the script,
Laid out before me on wax paper,
Spidery scrawl controlling my tongue,
Guiding it around every vowel and syllable,
Like a fat grave worm,
Writhing in the cold earth,
I am your thrall,
Use me as you will.

Send a pulse into my pallid flesh,
My fingers twitch with life,
Energy plays along bones and muscle,
Bound to your will by lightning's mastery,
My hands glide across your warm flesh,
Kneeding and carressing at your request,
Fulfilling your needs with mechanical precision,
Your inanimate object of pleasure,
Your human vibrator, no strings attached,
Your pulses of electricity making me thrust,
Making me kiss,
Making me love,
I am your automaton,
Make me serve your will.

Thrall or automaton,
Both or one,
Use me please,
Don't make me none,
I am your creation,
Your being of leisure,
Hurt me, scold me,
Pursue your pleasure,
Just don't ignore me,
Leave me alone,
Because I am yours,
The one you've grown,
I'm your thrall,
I serve your whims,
Wind me up,
Now let's begin.