Everything I do today has different purpose and meaning.
I peel cucumbers as if your eyes are on me.
I slice tomatoes paper thin, sensing how you’d nod approvingly.
I wipe down the counter, conscious only of how
The sight of my undulating hips would please you.
Inside me explode fireworks of unbridled excitement,
Butterflies wearing Jimmy Choos twerk to rival Miley.
In less than 24 hours, there I’ll be. Under your control.
Positioned as you want me. Securely restrained.
Pliant, submissive, obedient…
Can’t keep my mind on anything.
Ain’t it grand?