It’s My Pleasure To Serve
It’s my pleasure to serve.
In mundane, everyday things –
Fixing your coffee.
Getting up to fetch something
You could easily get for yourself,
And finding joy in doing so.
It’s my pleasure to serve.
Keeping an eye
And an ear out
For information
You’ve mentioned a need for,
And delivering it to you
Unexpectedly.
It’s my pleasure to serve.
Being cute and giggly
When you’ve had a hard day
And idle patter is a distraction
That helps you unwind.
It’s my pleasure to serve.
At your side,
Being quietly supportive
When life is difficult
And everyone and everything else
Is clamoring for attention.
It’s my pleasure to serve.
On my knees,
Lifting adoring eyes to you,
Telling you wordlessly
That you are
Magnificent
Incredible
Amazing
And that I am
Happily devoted to you.
It’s my pleasure to serve.
By being your canvas,
My flesh and sweat and tears and cries
Combining jubilantly
With your finesse and skill and power
To create a living masterpiece.
It’s my pleasure to serve.
By being the receptacle
For your longing
And your need
And your lust
And your desire,
My body your plaything,
My mind your dreamscape,
The twining of which
Brings us both satisfaction.
It’s my pleasure to serve.
And I await that pleasure
With every breath;
And every step
That brings you closer to me.
(Please, hurry…)
Original by eva-lution
