at your service

you be my french-maid

 i your butler.

lets play our roles 

flawlessly 

and, 

serve one another.

as i arc to your will

 you bow to mine,

 silver platter in hand.

yours,

 indentured lover.

 lets play our roles,

 passionately 

disregarding, 

you burst at the seams,

 as you dust

 to find that spot

 you missed.

just two more kissed up 

and two more to the left, 

it sits, 

waiting for the sweep 

of your lips.

 nerve endings,

 stimulated.

fabrics become,

frayed.

we lay, 

scoured.

emotions scattered.

who is to clean,

our?

collective mess

quickly we both

resume our roles.

you,

my french-maid,

i your butler.

at your service,

silver platter in hand.