What would it be like?

What would it be like to have her kneeling,
And waiting there to serve as I intend,
Assured I am complicit in each feeling,
That washes over her? Let me extend
My evil thoughts to suffuse her with blushes
And colour that contrasts to pale skin;
Wicked ideas will hasten as blood rushes
And I alert her: pet, let us begin
To take you to the places where you're needed:
As you are mine and all that I have willed,
Submit yourself, it's high time you were seeded
And seeded in a way to leave you thrilled:
Eager to be both pleasure and delight,
Now I have shown you just what it is like.