AI art by me

She calls me Sir, she calls me Boss, she calls me many things,

Her hips are full of swivels and her legs are full of springs,

I know she wears what I like best and leaves off what I love,

If she were to uncross her legs, you’d see it well enough,

So many think she’s very sweet, and always so kind,

They know not the depravity and darkness of her mind,

She services and serves me, do I need to explain more?

Obedient to nth degree, my displeasure she abhors.

No mindless bimbo robot, she’s sharp as any tack,

She can kick ass and take the names, she will not take the flack!

Intelligent, responsive, and intuitive, my dream!

She knows my needs and reads my mind, or so to me it seems.

I did survive before her, though I’m really not sure how,

I know I’d rather never have to do without her now.

She greets me every morning, she kisses me goodnight,

She makes the sun come up on time, she makes the world seem right.

Friday’s really not her name, I tease her with it some,

My way of saying she’s the all, the reason, and the sum.

I know she will take care of me as I know that I am,

My love, my sub, my everything, I’m such a lucky man.

Master Jon Grey 5/17/25