Standing, I brushed the sand
From my robes
Knowing I had been gone too long
My master would be waiting
It was time
Each day he called for me
To soothe him
To calm him
To please
Him
With my dances
With my hands and lips
With my body
It had always been so
From the day
He bought
Me
And I have never failed him
Never failed
To dance
To
Soothe
To please
What I had sat and pondered
For this long afternoon
Is that
I no longer dreaded my duties
That I looked forward
To his smile
To his
Hands
To
His body
I had become his willing slave
In my heart
As I had always been in body
Smiling in anticipation
I hurried to his
Tent
Ready to attend to my duties