On Call To Drip Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

I want to please.
I don't want you on your knees,
To beg!
For more?
For what?
Don't think of it!

I get no rest,
Wanting to deliver for you,
My best!
And that is all I will give.
For as long as I live.
That you will get!
I don't mind the sweat,
That comes with it!

I want to please.
Allow me to explore,
The ways to do that...
Better than before.
No thirsting you will do,
When from me it pours.
Or teases to get you started.

I want to please.
'That'
Is in my blood.
On call to drip,
If needed.
Or there in a quietness sitting,
In a marinating done.
Selected to choose you to soothe.

I want to please.
I want to see you gratified,
After satisfying your tastes!

I want to please.
Not haste...
And waste,
To expedite your wish to leave.
I want to please.