Daffodils

Her daffodils are dwarfed by her desire
To be of use: of service as a whore;
The buds may bloom, come springtime; and inspire
Her lust and passion, since the slut wants more...
And more abuse, despite the gardening,
That provides some distraction for the bitch;
It stops her thinking of the hardening
Of master and those thoughts that make her itch:
An impure, filthy mind finds degradation
Piles up the joy, she finds in her submission,
She will cream at each humiliation
And throw off all residual inhibition
As she is made to serve - in fact, she's forced
By feelings that ensure her 'daffs' are dwarfed...