By Travis J. Wolfkill (2014)
I walk through the front door
You pause in your chores
A 1950's style housewife
Is the image you evoke
My sweat is somehow erotic
Your walk is hypnotic
My muse. My savior.
My goddess. My trainer.
Let me do all the things I've described on paper
I don't deserve them
But tell me how to earn them
I will submit to your dominations
By dusk after a hard day's work
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